Somehow, he always had a way of getting her to share things willingly.
On the other hand, not letting him in would only make him come back, again and again, to check on her. It was better to face the situation now than prolong it.
"Good morning, Carl," she said, tapping an icon on her phone to unlock the door. It was a new feature she had asked the tech team to add, so she didn't have to open the door herself whenever she was tired.
The door slid open smoothly. Carl stepped in, his movements quiet, almost as if he was floating over the floor. "How are you feeling today?" he asked, moving closer to the inner part of the room.
"I feel fine," she replied, forcing what she hoped was a convincing smile. But she wasn't fooling anyone, not Carl.
"Mhm," he murmured, sliding onto the edge of her bed. He didn't even try to hide his disbelief. He gently grasped her wrist, checking her pulse.
