When the building goes dark, you knock on Amir's door. Emergency light cuts across his broad shoulders; he has just left surgery, his dark shirt open only at the throat.
You reach for the flashlight and see the earring you lost six months ago.
A lock clicks at the far end of the corridor. Amir does not touch you. He only opens the door wider.
"You can ask about the earring now, or decide whether you want to come inside first."