For some reason, Hailey's been in the bathroom for over thirty minutes now—it's been that long since I came back—and I'm starting to get worried.

The shower's not running, the tap isn't rushing, and I'm not even hearing her move around. I've tried going to check on her, but the door is locked. And when I'd asked her to open it, I didn't get a reply back.

The only way I know that she's in there is because the clothes she'd been wearing this morning before I left for work are outside the door. Also, I'd sent her some money to get whatever she needed done for our date, and...