"Hello, honey, did you call for something?"
The voice on the other side remained deep, but was more hurried than usual.
"Maya, open the door."
"Open the door?"
Ian Rowe's voice was as commanding as ever: "I'm at the door, open it now."
Maya quickly got out of bed and put on her slippers. She stood in place, thinking for a moment, before deciding to walk over in her slippers.
Maya took a moment to compose herself before opening the door.
Ian was completely soaked, rainwater tracing the curve of his cheek down to his tightly pressed lips. His eyes looked directly at her, like wet obsidian.
The countless ways she had imagined to lie faltered at this moment; Maya stared blankly at the scene before her, only then replying, "You... is it raining outside?"
His gaze swept over her, finally resting on her flushed cheeks. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, but frowned in the next second at another possibility, "Let's go to the hospital."
