She takes in a short breath when he speaks her given name.

For a moment, she remains stock still. But then she gets up, turns on the faucet, and splashes water on her face, washing the streaks of blood away. After drying her face, she steps over to the door.

She pauses; she can feel him just on the other side of it.

Turning the lock, she opens the door, and she stands there on the threshold with her eyes lowered and her jaw set.