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When we reach the door for Roxy’s room, I raise my hand to knock on it. She and Kai are still relative newlyweds, but considering her fainting episode earlier, I’m assuming I won’t be interrupting a romantic interlude between them.
Kai answers the door, but keeps the opening narrow. “Hi, I’m Roxy’s friend, Lizzie.” I tell him, inserting extra friendliness into my voice, since my reputation likely precedes me.
His expression remains aloof, and he continues to block the doorway. Undaunted by his chilly reception, I ask, “Is Roxy feeling okay?”
“She’s fine.” He looks like he might be considering shutting the door in my face, so I rise onto my tiptoes in an attempt to see past him and into the room. His shoulders are broad enough to completely obstruct my view.
Evidently hearing the ex
