A knock came at the door. Emmett got up from the table, where he was drawing, and answered the door. Amelia stood shivering in a blue dress and her silver cloak, her breaths short and quick.
"Amy. What're you doing this time of night?" Emmett asked. Amy thrust a envelope out at him.
"Andrew's getting married. Your family is invited. The wedding is in a week." She pulled her cloak more securely over her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Fine. It's just cold out tonight."
"No, it's not. Are you sick?" He put out a hand to feel her forehead, but she stepped away.
"I need to go deliver more invitations. See you later," said Amy, quickly walking away.