Charlotte is fingering the sweetcorn kernels like worry beads now, and when their eyes meet, Lily realizes that, with her silence, Charlotte is asking her if she really wants to know. To consider what she would do with the information. Lily thinks about Bear. Of what he’d gain if his hunch became fact. If his own name—his essence—became inextricably linked with a man’s death. And Lily thinks how it might feel if she decided not to share whatever she found out with Bear and was left holding the knowledge by herself. “Sorry, forget I ever said anything,” she says. “Maybe it’s best not to know
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