Ask who it is.

"Who's there?" There's a clear tremor in your voice.

Chloe's voice replies, "Its me, Chloe," Her voice is soft, sounding concerned, "I wanted to make sure you're ok after, . . . after what happened earlier."

She doesn't wait for your reply, you hear the soft squeak of your doorknob turning before a sliver of light precedes your cousin into the room.

The look of slight concern deepens considerably when she sees you, standing there with duffel still in hand.

"Shit," She mumbles, "You're leaving?"

Not trusting your voice, you nod.

You see her take a deep breath, glancing at the open door behind her, then returning her gaze to you, "Fiona left a little bit ago, and Elsie hasn't left her room for most of the day. Our parents know something is up, but they don't know what yet," She points at the duffel, "That's going to be a dead giveaway that something happened that they should know about," She lets out a heavy sigh, "I can help if you'll let me."