I heard the pounding in my sleep, and for a moment I squinted at the wall, my view obstructed by my comforter. But then it came again, and I sat up. My phone pinged at almost the exact same time.
It was Charles.
I'm outside your door.
"What?" I said to the phone, now fully awake. I'd had five missed texts and two missed calls from him.
I'm coming! I texted and there were no more knocks as I floundered out of bed, stepping into my slippers and pulling on my robe, the deciding it was too frumpy and pulling on a cardigan over my camisole.
I scowled at my reflection, hastily brushing down my hair and scraping away some crust around my inner eye.
Deep breath.
I opened the door. Charles looked up from his phone, looking grave. My stomach dropped.
"What's wrong?"
I stood aside for hi
