I pressed the doorbell twice before the door swung open.

Rafael stood there-blue eyes bright, blonde hair neat, skin glowing like he'd just come back from vacation, not like someone who'd almost died a week ago.

"Come in, Camila."

Camila. Not Miss Sterling. He'd never called me that before.

"I... how are you feeling?" My voice came out strangled.

"Much better. Thanks for asking." He stepped aside, smiling warmly.

Something was wrong. Every nerve screamed at me to leave, but I walked in ...