“Anabella? It's Mr. Clark," the male voice called out, relief flooding her body as she sagged against the mattress.
“Oh, thank you," she whispered, rushing to the door, not bothering to cover herself. She looked through the peephole and saw Mr. Clark accompanied by his wife.
She took deep breaths to ease her racing heart and with shaky hands, opened the door. “Mr. Clark, is something the matter?"
“No, dear, we just wanted to visit with you a few minutes if that's acceptable?"
“Yes, of course." She opened the door wider for them to enter, and then rushed back to her bed to pull on her sweat pants and sweater.
“Please, have a seat," Anabella invited with a welcoming smile.
Mrs. Clark complimented her on her win, and they chatted about that for a while. She offered them water from her
