Robert heard that Carmen was already in the washroom. He paid attention to the shower with his hand on the door handle. The handle was turning slightly, even though he tried not to open the door. He withdrew his hand and turned around towards his door. His sped up pulse spiked as he turned around to the washroom entryway. The door handle turned and he opened the door.

Steam floated over the shower drape. The mirror was misting. Carmen's clothes were dispersed on the floor. He locked the entryway.

“Carm,” he said, and stripped the edge of the shower drapery away from the tile. “You forgot to lock the door.”...