Allison walked into my room at two o’clock carrying a heavy canvas tote bag.

She dropped the bag on the floor next to my bed.

Four different test prep workbooks spilled out onto the linoleum, their thick spines cracking against the tiles.

“Mom said you were awake,” Allison said.

She pulled the plastic chair over by the window and sat down.

She didn’t ask how I was feeling or what the doctor had said.

Instead, she picked up her phone and tapped the screen over and over.