Felicia's poor health continues to worsen, she’s sprawled on a thin blanket, with an inconsistent rising and falling of the chest. Each breath sounds like it has a countdown, like an old tick-tock clock that Nana isn't able to ignore.

The soft knock at the door nearly causes her to jump out of her skin. She's panting at the door since her heart is beating so loudly, she knows it would give them away.

"Who is it?" she whispers, voice wobbling.

"Open up," comes the low reply.

Sighing in ...