Iris West’s POV.
Pat led the way up the stairs and all I could do was stare at the interior decoration of the house. Everywhere and everything screamed luxury. Pat frowned at me when she saw me staring too much but I couldn't care less, who wouldn't stare?
“What’s this?” I stopped in front of a door that looked way different from the rest.
“That’s Kristen’s home office.”
“But what is this large barrier? Why does it look so… different?”
“Oh my dear, you don't know what that is?” the look in her eyes softened. “It's an automated door. It slides open to reveal the actual door.”
I ran my hand across the surface, feeling the smooth metallic material on my palm.
“How does he open it?”
“I don't know how to do that, my dear. He never lets anyone in there, that's why it's sealed that way.”
