Lily had just stepped out of her room to refill the water jar when the doorbell rang. She expected it to be Gina, who hadn't returned yet, but the moment she opened the door and saw Roger standing there, her brows knitted in surprise.
"How is it that you always end up at my door?" Lily couldn't help but ask, a faint hint of exasperation lacing her tone.
But Roger didn't answer. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. The suddenness of it made Lily stumble back into the apartment, and the door swung shut behind him.
"Roger?" Lily's voice was muffled against his chest, confusion swirling in her mind. He didn't let go, his grip almost desperate. It was as if holding her was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Lily stood frozen, her hand awkwardly hovering over his back. "What's going on? Did something happen?"
