Alex's POV:
It was late, around midnight, when I slowly opened the door to check if Ken was still outside. I glanced at his room's door and saw that the light was already off.
He's asleep!
"Come, baby!" I whispered as I picked up Kent and quietly closed his bedroom door. I tiptoed down the stairs to avoid making noise. I decided not to turn on the lights downstairs to avoid alerting him if he happened to wake up.
"Mommy?" Kent asked with concern.
"Shhh...baby! Don't be loud," I scolded him, and he complied. I knew my son was also afraid of what might happen, judging by how tightly he held onto me while clutching his small bag.
Finally, we reached the front door, but I couldn't open it. I turned on my cellphone's flashlight and saw that it was blocked by wood carefully wedged between the wall and the door. We went to the kitchen, and even the door here was blocked.
You're really going insane, Ken!