Henry's head jerked toward the sound, fear gripping his heart. His eyes darted to the door, then back to Charlotte's unconscious form.
The knock came again, louder, more insistent.
Henry's mind raced, he scrambled to cover Charlotte and shut off the camera. He forgot to wear his clothes and hurried to the door.
"Who's that?" His voice trembled as he stared at the peephole.
"Food delivery from Tasty Bites," a delivery girl calls out.
"Food delivery? I didn't order anything–" he muttered, opening the door, visibly nervous.
"Hi, that'll be ¢23.50 please," she says, handing him the package.
"But I didn't order–"
The delivery girl's eyes narrowed, her brow arching. "This is 304A, right?"
Henry hesitated, his face flushing as he suddenly recalled his earlier order. He patted his shorts, mistakenly searching for his pocket.
