Come back

Salviana turned to Alaric, her gaze firm. "Leave us," she said softly but decisively besides she knew Jean would prefer if he wasn't around them hounding.

But then Alaric hesitated, his sharp eyes flickering between her and the closed door. He didn't like this. He was thinking maybe Salviana just wanted to get rid of him or he was scared of what Jean could say or do to his wife out of anger.

But he nodded once, stepping away. "I'll be downstairs," he murmured before turning to leave.

Once he was gone, Salviana then took a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly again.

"Jeanette, it's me," she said, her voice warm and coaxing. "Your friend. Please, talk to me, okay? I miss you."

Silence.

Salviana sighed, leaning her head against the door. "I've been so bored since I woke up, and you haven't been there for me."

Nothing.

She let out a dramatic sigh. "I think I'm going to get depression at this rate."

Seconds passed. Then—