“Kendra is in there,” Chloe said.

I threw the quilt off my legs and stepped barefoot onto the carpet.

I crept over to the door and pressed my right ear right next to where Chloe was listening.

The heavy brass hinges felt cold against my cheek.

Through the thin gap at the bottom of the frame, I could see a solid stripe of yellow light on the floor on their side.

“You should have seen her face when I brought up the dress,” Kendra said.