The doorbell rang for the third time, but Renata was in the room, struggling with the strap of her handbag.

“Coming,” she yelled, her hand searching the bed for any valuable items before she eventually left for the hospital for her appointed checkup.

The bell rang again, this time making her let out a deep sigh. She threw her bag on the bed and raced down the steps leading to the living room door.

“Who might it be?” Her hand held the doorknob and she turned it slowly.

“Good day, ...