Carrie watched the emotions dance across his face, trying to figure out what could possibly be running through his mind to make him look at her like that. It was more than a little unnerving, having him stare like that. Her jaw clenched tight as he spoke. And she still was glaring at him like she didn't really want him there.
"You've seen me." Voice thick with bitterness, she had to swallow before continuing, "Now what?" She made no move to step aside and let him in. If he glanced at her hand that held the door open, he'd notice that her knuckles were white from the vice-like grip she had on it. Her face and her posture didn't give her away. Her hand did.