She's not expecting anybody, and the sound of Abby's voice makes her jerk in surprise and smack her head against the bottom of the bed. But she has what she came here for, so she wriggles back out the way she came and quickly gets to her feet, the sketchbook clasped to her chest with both hands.

Her heart feels like it's about to pound out of her chest all of a sudden. "Abby, what are you doing here?"

She takes a closer look, her eyebrows furrowing. "In my jacket."