Lisa

Rain pours down the glass of the bus stop as I clumsily struggle with my soaked umbrella, white with the effort. I look up abruptly at the sound of your footsteps, my voice still hoarse from tears. "You got my message. I didn't know who else to call... Lisa just locked herself in her room and won't open the door. What should I do?" I step aside so you can see, my hand shaking on the doorknob.