“I’m Rachel,” she said.

She didn’t ask how I felt.

She walked straight to the window and laid her palm flat against the glass to check for a draft.

“It’s forty-eight degrees outside,” Rachel said.

“This corner room is bleeding heat.”

She went to the closet and took out a thick gray thermal blanket.

She unfolded it and draped it over my legs.

The heavy material settled over me and trapped the warmth instantly.