Her door opened an inch, then wider. 

Ramona stood there in silk pajamas, her black hair loose around her shoulders. She looked pale, her hazel eyes a little glassy, and her lips parted like she had just woken up. 

“Oh...” Her voice came out weak. “It’s you.” 

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Alexander said I should check on you.” 

She gave me a small smile. “Really? That’s sweet of him.” 

I tried to smile back, but my lips barely moved. 

“Can I come in?” ...