"Mira," Raquel's voice wavered beyond the door. "We need to talk. I need to ask you something. And I want you to be honest with me."
Mira's hand lingered on the doorknob, her eyes sweeping the room one last time to ensure nothing was out of place, then she swung it open.
Her expression was now carefully composed. She still looked tired, yes, pale even, but she held up her entire body steadily.
"Of course I will." She stepped aside, gesturing Raquel in. "Come in."
Raquel hesitated at the door, her nails digging into her palm, before she walked in. Liam had followed her here but he stopped in the hall, folding his arms and leaning on the wall, ready to storm in if needed. Raquel finally stepped into the room, she needed to do this.
Mira shut the door quietly. "So," she said lightly, "What's keeping you up this early?"
