Ethan reached the keypad first.

He entered his code, casually, not even looking at it, his attention still on his family.

Red light.

He frowned, glanced down, and tried again, more deliberately this time.

Red light.

Patricia made an impatient sound and pushed past him.

“You probably entered it wrong,” she said, in the tone of a woman who has spent her life certain that other people’s failures are due to their incompetence.

She typed the numbers herself, carefully, precisely.