“No, Charlotte. You barely grazed me.” Ricky snatches the compress from me. “I just decided to fall on the floor for kicks.”

It feels like I keep apologizing these days. “I’m sorry.”

“Who would want to break into our shelter?” He glares at me. “Explain the logic to me. We don’t have anything worth stealing here.”

I can’t really explain my paranoia to him, so I mutter, “We have drugs.”

Suddenly he blinks, giving me a good, hard look. “What happened to your ...