Lena

I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again, it was dark outside and someone was knocking on my door.

"Lena?"

Mrs. Billy.

I sat up. "Yes?"

"May I come in?"

I unlocked the door.

Mrs. Billy stood there with a tray. Tea. Toast. An apple cut into precise slices.

"You didn't eat dinner," she said.

"I'm not…"

"Hungry. I know. You're never hungry lately." She walked past me and set the tray on my nightstand. "But you're going to eat anyway because I didn't raise three daughters without learning how to deal with stubborn women."

I blinked. "You have daughters?"

"Had." Her expression softened. "Two...