Henry held his breath, listening intently as Michael approached the bathroom door. He knew he had to remain silent, or else—
Michael tried the door, but soon realized it was locked.
"Rachael, did you lock the bathroom door?" Michael called out.
Henry's heart skipped a beat as he waited for Rachael's response. He had managed to lock the door from inside when Michael and Rachael were still arguing, and now he needed her to come up with a convincing excuse to keep Michael away.
"Yeah, I did," Rachael replied, her voice wavering. "I was just... uh... taking a shower before you came back."
"Then where's the key? I need to open the bathroom. I want to take a shower," Michael pressed, his stern gaze fixed on Rachael. His face soon furrowed with a new realization. "This door is locked with the knob from the inside, not a key, Rachael. Who's in the bathroom?"
"I'm screwed," Henry muttered under his breath.
