“Oh my God,” I whispered. “Aaron,” I said, grabbing his hand. He looked calm—too calm. How could he be so composed?

I shot out of bed. “What are we going to do now?” I asked in a hushed voice.

Aaron stood up and pulled on his trousers. A knock echoed again.

“It’s Jack,” I whispered, panicking. “Aaron, what do I do?”

“Relax,” he said, pointing to the balcony.

I rushed over and stepped outside. He quietly shut the door behind me and went to open the main door.

Jack ...