Riley was deep in slumber, the weight of the emotional turmoil she had endured over the past days pressing heavily on her even in her dreams. The faint sound of knocking pulled her from sleep, and she groaned, rolling over to glance at the clock. It was far too early for visitors.
The knocking persisted. With a frustrated sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and shuffled toward the door, her hair disheveled and her thoughts still foggy. Peering through the peephole, she saw Alistair standing there, looking unusually composed for the hour.
She opened the door, her voice thick with grogginess. “What is it, Alistair?”
He gave her a sheepish smile. “Good morning to you too. What’s your plan for today?”
Riley raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “Well,” she said, s
