Anna started at the sound of a knock at the door, setting aside her book with a hurriedly placed marker. She got up from the couch and walked to the front door, her heart suddenly in her throat. It was probably Alonso, bringing ...something. Or maybe a neighbor. She wiped her hands on her jeans and then unlocked the deadbolt, pulling the door open, the rickety screen door between her and her late night visitor. "Hello?"