Kimberly woke up early that morning and ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She was still worried about Roy and wanted so badly to know how he was doing, after she saw him having a nightmare last night. Dressing quickly in a loose tank top and denim short, she rushed out of the room.

While walking through the hallway, she glanced at Roy’s bedroom door, feeling the same urge as yesterday to take a peek inside, which she carefully did, hoping to not get caught. Mentally, she hated this new found habit of hers, but she couldn’t help it, it was like his room was calling to...