I stepped into the hallway as quietly as I could. I intended to head into the kitchen to get some water but I stopped outside Jess's door. From inside I heard her groaning. Thinking she was having a nightmare and was about to burst into my room, I went to her door. It wasn't closed all the way but instead was just mostly closed. Slowly, I pushed the door open and peeked inside. I'm glad Dad kept the house well maintained because the door opened a few inches without a sound.

Her room was similar in size to mine but very differently decorated. On her nightstand was a large round...