Mica moves carefully. Not only is the room dark and her hold slippery, but she’s also trying to be quiet. This is it. There’s just this one tiny step she has to complete and once she does it, she’ll have managed to sneak away undetected. Long will she crow in victory—to herself and maybe to Randy—that she managed to get passed her sneaky brother and his friend. Oh, she can almost taste it. Sweet, sweet victory.
Just a little bit more, aaaand…There’s a light in the room. It’s the small light from her old baby monitor. Since then, it’s been the in-home communication system because it seems silly to get one expensive machine that they’ll only use for a few years. But it shouldn’t be turned on. It’s gone from its place on her desk and now it languishes on her bed, its perpetual movement gears
