I closed the hallway door gently, making sure the latch didn’t click loud enough to wake the next room.

“We need to wait in the bathroom,” I said.

Ethan followed me across the room.

We stepped into the tiled bathroom.

I left the door open exactly two inches, leaving a narrow strip of view into the main suite.

The bathroom smelled like hotel soap and cold pipes.

The floor tiles were freezing through my thin shoes.

I kept my hand on the doorknob.