Lena woke with a splitting headache. Morning light slipped through the curtains and landed straight across her face. She groaned and dragged the blanket over her head. Her head throbbed and her mouth felt dry.

“You’re awake.”

Evelyn’s voice came from somewhere too close. Lena cracked one eye open. Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of soup in her hands. Steam curled from the top. Lena squinted. “When did you learn to make soup?”

“I didn’t.” Evelyn placed the bowl on the nightstand. “I ordered it.”

Lena nodded once. “That makes sense.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Lena frowned. “What subject?” Evelyn stared at her.

“The...