“Brooke?” It’s Tim’s voice this time. “Are you okay?” I touch my fingers to the door. “Yes, I’m okay.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I think you should stay in there. Both of you.” There’s something about the way he says it—a tremor in his voice—that makes me back away from the door, my hands shaking. Tim is right. We need to stay in this room for the rest of the night. It’s our only chance.
