Lois ignored him, taking the steps two at a time as she hurried toward Chloe's apartment. She fished the keys out of her pocket, frustration growing when she dropped them in front of her cousin's door.
"I swear, Oliver, when I open this thing up and see her making dinner you and I are going to have a long talk on sobriety and getting you into a group," she muttered, picking up the keys and jamming the right one into the lock to open the door. "Chloe, come out, come out wherever you are. Preferably with clothes on because I have Oliver here and unless you want him to get a look you might want to be wearing a robe."
She pushed the door open and stepped inside, frowning at the lack of her cousin's presence. She headed inside, walking to the bathroom to check the shower, but there was no sign of Chloe being anywhere in it and from the remnants of old coffee on the counter, it didn't look like her cousin had been inside for a few hours. Lois dropped the cup into the sink before leaning against it, refusing to look back at Oliver.
"This doesn't mean anything."
Except the rational part of her brain knew that it did and all the pieces Oliver had been trying to tell her were adding up in her head, forming a picture Lois couldn't deny no matter how hard she kept trying. "She's not..."