“Rachel, what are you doing?” she whispered, quickly setting the tray on the nearest counter.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed yet.”

“Someone was just in my house,” I said, my voice shaking.

I held up my phone, though the screen was now dark.

“My sister. She has a key.”

Lena closed the door behind her until the latch clicked.

She came to my side and gently guided me back toward the edge of the mattress.

The pain in my abdomen pulsed, a sharp, white-hot line of agony that forced me to sit.

I let her help me, but I didn’t let go of my phone.

“I saw her on my security feed,” I said, trying to steady my breathing.

“She was in my office.”

“She took my backup drive.”

Lena looked at me closely, her brow furrowed with concern.

“Did you call the local police?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I said.

“I need to secure this room first.”

“If she has my keys, my parents might have them too.”

“They know I am in this ward.”

Lena nodded slowly, her expression hardening into one of professional resolve.