Trent dropped me off at home, and I walked inside. Aunt Beth and Uncle Dean were already in bed. I'd called earlier and explained Whitney and I had gone shopping in Lake Placid and that I'd be home past curfew. They weren't exactly thrilled, but they didn't give me a hard time about it.
Quietly, I trudged upstairs and tossed my bag into my room. I noticed Abby's bedroom door was closed, but light filtered out from beneath it. Was she still awake? I figured she'd be sound asleep by now. I strained to listen, and I swore I heard voices.
I knocked on Abby's door. I didn't wait for her to answer - neither of us ever did - but when I attempted to open her door, it was locked. "Abby? Can I come in?" I asked, careful to keep my voice low enough not to wake Aunt Beth and Uncle Dean.
"Uh, yeah, hold on. Give me a sec," she called.