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She was thinking about attempting to eat some food when a knock sounded on the front door. She frowned, not used to being here during the day and not at all sure who it could be. They had an intercom security system, so knocks at the door without advance warning were extremely rare.
The knock sounded again, and she pushed herself up from the couch. She paused for an instant to get the nausea under control, before making her way to the front door. There was no peephole, so she’d have to go the other route.
“Who’s there?” she called through the door. There was a long moment of silence during which she wondered if the person had moved on to a different apartment.
“Me.” The voice, only slightly muffled by the thin wood of the door, was instantly recognizable, and Cami froze. When she did
