She responded casually, "Oh, I left my phone and wallet inside. Come in with me to get the money."

Melissa's voice was low as she replied, "I'll just wait here at the door."

Sylvia grinned. “You're avoiding Mr. Fowler, right? He's sick, running a high fever. I touched his forehead. His body temp must be at least 39 degrees. The medical facilities here aren't great. What if the fever affects his brain? He's not married and doesn't have kids yet."

Melissa was at a loss for words at this point.

"Just come in. He's asleep."