CARL

I pushed back and closed the door after I'd gone out to check if they'd managed to infiltrate the corridor, too. They hadn't- surprisingly, Alma had locked it when we came, and now she was packing the room as she ran her fingers through her hair, evidently frustrated.

What could I do to help her feel better? Today, I managed to slip her crack into her facade, and she smiled at me. Not once, but twice. She let me inside her home and let me touch her things. She let me cook in her kitchen ...