"Do you have family in Forks, dear?"
She shook her head slowly. "Not really, no. I grew up there, but moved after my father was killed."
Harry looked directly at Bella in the rear view mirror, his eyes searching her face for any recognition. Her heart started to pound when his face lit up. She was convinced that her charade was up when the man spoke.
"Bella Swan, is that you?" he asked with awe in his tone.
She blinked in surprised. "Yes?" she answered, sound more like a question than a response.
The older man smiled and nodded. "You probably don't remember me, but Charlie was a good friend of mine. The entire town mourned when he passed."
She lowered her gaze, tears stinging her eyes and murmured her thanks.