Juliette hadn’t entered Eve’s room in at least six months. She tapped gently. “It’s just me,” she called out.
The door creaked open an inch. One of Eve’s eyes peered through the crack. “Do you need something?”
Juliette fingered her eyeglasses back into place. “I’m really sorry to bother you right now, but do you mind if I come in for just a minute?”
Eve opened the door slowly and slid out of the way. Juliette bit her lip to hide her shock. Clothes were strewn across the floor and bed. Several dishes that had been missing from downstairs lay discarded in corners of the room. One blanket hung bunched up over some dirty laundry; the other dangled off the bed in a wrinkled mess. “I’m sorry about the clutter.” Eve gestured to the single chair covered in food wrappers. “I didn’t know you’d be
