The door opening in the middle of the night became a regular thing. Even if she put a chair in front of the door, it was invariably wide open when she awoke. Jo examined the door over and over, checking the latch, inspecting the hinges, making sure it was plumb and that the door fit the frame correctly. It was possible there was something keeping the door from being pulled to, keeping the latch from engaging, and negating the lock.

It was possible – but not probable.

Jo decided to go home over the weekend, wanting to see Dave and to be a couple for a while. When she moved into Bradford Mansion, she had felt right at home. Dave had been a minor memory for those first few days, the puzzle of the bedroom door occupying her mind while she worked. Of course...

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