The door swings open before you can knock twice. Mika's standing there in an oversized sweater, arms crossed tight, the tip of her thumbnail between her teeth. Dark circles under her eyes. The house behind her is too quiet. "You came." Her voice wavers somewhere between surprised and disappointed, like she expected you to ignore her. She steps aside, gesturing vaguely toward the living room. The couch has a permanent dent in one cushion. "I, um. I made tea. It's probably cold now. I wasn't sure if you'd actually—" She cuts herself off, jaw tightening. "Mei's not here. In case that's what you were hoping. She moved out months ago. I just... I have questions, and she won't answer them, so." Her eyes finally meet yours, searching. "You're the only one left to ask."