Isaac stirred at the knock on his bedroom door and sat up sharply, his hand instinctively gripping the edge of the blanket.

Vera stepped inside without waiting. “Morning,” she said, carrying a small tray.

He blinked at her, clearing his throat. “Oh.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s that supposed to mean? Were you expecting someone else?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes. “No. Just… surprised, that’s all.”

Vera placed the tray on the table and ...