Cara’s POV
Noel continues to look at me with confusion and growing concern. “Cara, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
“Was anyone at the door when you started to come up the sidewalk?” I ask him.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry,” he says. “The flowers are kind of in the way.” He smiles a little. “I was mostly watching my feet.” He holds the flowers out a little, toward me. “They are for you, by the way.”
“Oh, right.” Realizing my rudeness, I accept the flowers. “Thank you,” I say, but I still feel off, too nervous to do much more than continue to look out at the world outside my door and consider it with suspicion.
Noel looks behind himself now too, likely from how I’ve been acting. When he looks back at me, his brow is somewhat crinkled with concern.
“Are you expecting some
