Open it the rest of the way
You push the door open the rest of the way. It creeks open, inch by
inch. You can't see anything yet but you now know what the sound is.
It is the sound of someone crying. With all your strength you finish
opening the door. The noise gets louder as you spot the source of the
sound. A little girl, no older than five, is sitting on her bed,
weeping.
