Emma found herself outside Michelle’s door. She knocked on it. A young woman opened it and tilted her head. “What do you want?”

“Janet, who’s there?”

“It’s Miss Greenfield,” the young woman said.

“You can leave, Janet.” Michelle said, appearing by her side. She was wearing a blue dressing gown and her hair was neatly held up in a ponytail. Her forehead looked a bit shiny and her face fresh. “Come on in, Emma.”

Emma stepped in and closed the door.

“You’re one brave chick, coming up to my room like this. I could kill you right now and no one will ever find out. What do you want?”

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