As Bethany twisted the doorknob, it didn’t budge. Her eyes landed on a small passcode lock securing the door.

She raised an eyebrow in confusion, but Jason, standing behind her, piped up. “You need a passcode. It’s...”

Before he could finish, Fred walked in, gently pushing Jason aside.

“You talk too much,” Fred said with a crooked smile, turning to Bethany.

Jason shook his head and looked at Fred, his tone incredulous. “No, I was just telling her it’s—”

Fred cut him off, covering his mouth with one hand and giving him a gentle shove toward the door. “Go meet Chantel. She needs you.”

Bethany watched as Jason disappeared down...