Willow had been sitting quietly on the sofa when she stood up to go to her room.
Just as she took a few steps, a knock came from the door.
Who could it be at this hour?
Willow's heart raced as she called out, "Who is it?"
No response.
Willow blinked, and the knocking persisted, as if whoever it was would keep knocking until she opened the door.
Her brows furrowed tighter, and after scanning the living room, she grabbed something handy for safety and approached the door with both hands.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The knocking grew more urgent, the person on the other side seemingly out of patience.
Willow peeped through the door's peephole on tiptoes, quietly looking outside.
"Mommy, what are you doing?"
Luke and Willow appeared, catching Willow crouched by the door like a thief.
"Shh," Willow quickly gestured for them to be silent.
Luke and Willow immediately covered their mouths, curiously watching Willow.