All in all, it was quite a nice door: correct dimensions, made of cherry, with a big dream catcher hanging in the middle.

It was also the only thing keeping me out of the bedroom. You see, the door was locked.

I leaned forward, placed my ear against the door, and strained to hear what was going on in the bedroom. My breaths were slow and quiet as I listened.

I could make out Tessa's bright, energetic voice a few times, though I had no idea what she was saying. And there was something else, possibly Quinn moaning. Of course, it also could have been misbehaving plumbing, but I found...