They'd told her that he was coming, to give her enough time to get dressed herself, in proper clothes and not the T-shirt and yoga pants she'd taken to wearing in the last little while, because they were comfortable and she had no particular reason to dress to impress anyone. She waited for him in her room, having done her best to make everything look normal.

She'd even shaved her legs, which had meant convincing Rachel to let her have access to sharp objects again.

And now she waited, every moment seeming like half an eternity. Waited for him to knock or come in or text her to say he was here or something.