The click of the doorknob turning and the door swinging open sounded from the bathroom. She quickly yanked the quilt over her head, turned over, and shut her eyes, pretending to be fast asleep.

The sound of the rolling wheels of the wheelchair was getting closer and closer. She held her breath, trying to calm herself down, Her heart was pounding against her chest like a war drum.

When Theodore came out, only a dim bedside lamp was on and everything else was shrouded in darkness.

One side of the bed bulged slightly, the quilt revealing only tufts of her hair. The bulge rose and sunk slightly with her breathing, but she made no sound.

Was she asleep?