Candy was curled up on the bed, staring at the door. When she first heard the footsteps on the stairs, she’d known it was Neil and had turned the lock on the doorknob, propping two pillows on the bed and watching the door. He’d first tried to turn the knob, and then he had knocked, calling out her name. Then he had pounded on the door. He hadn’t given up right away, demanding that she open the door and saying she was behaving like a spoiled child. She could hear how frustrated he was with her, and he was close to yelling. He had finally given up as she clutched the pillow to her chest, waiting for him to shove the door open, but instead he had left.
This time, she heard voices, footsteps, and then something scraping the door, clicking, and the door popped open. Her mouth fell open as she
