Emeline Vance showed up at my house at five on a Thursday morning. She rang my doorbell, standing in the air that was much too cold for April and the rain that was coming down slightly.
It wasn't like it was a big deal. I had been awake since four, watching early morning news with Alexei. The news was just about to come on, anyway, but I had to answer the door before I could see it.
"Em? What are you doing here?" I asked when I saw her standing on the porch of my house.
She looked at me with eyes as big as flying saucers. She was wearing a white men's button down shirt over her green t-shirt.
"Did you see the news?" She asked.
why, should I have?"
"Can I come in?" I opened the door wide enough for her to get inside. She was shivering, so I poured her some of the coffee I had made almost an hour earlier.