Krista's POV:
I slowly pushed the door open and saw a woman with her back to me. She was bent over and playing with my son, who was lying on the cot.
I recognized the woman's clothes. It was Lorraine, but why was she in my room? She even pried open my locked door.
Lorraine turned to look at me when she heard the noise. She asked gently, "Why did you come back? Isn't the second floor very busy at this time? Or..." Her gaze fell on my forehead. I was so nervous that my forehead was covered in sweat.
"I… I... " I stammered, not knowing how to answer. "I'm here to see my son. I was afraid he wouldn't be able to see me when he wakes up." Then, I had a flash of inspiration and found a reasonable reason.
