“Where is Clara?” I asked. I noticed she wasn’t there, but I thought she would at least come eat with us. “She isn’t feeling well, so she is in her room. We took her some soup and meds. It sounds like the flu.” Rosa says. “Should I get Dr. Willis to come out?” Zander asks. “I offered too, but she said she would be okay. I made her some lemon, ginger and honey tea and gave her some flu medication.” Rosa says.
“I will go check on her after dinner,” I said. “She did say she was going to bed early, but you are welcome to check in on her, she will appreciate it.” Rosa says and I smiled and nodded. After dinner, the others cleaned up, while I went to check on Clara. I knocked a few times, but she didn’t answer.
The door wasn’t locked, but I didn’t feel good about just going in. But what if sh
