Hayley shrugged off her coat, hanging it on the hook by the door, and quietly walked up the stairs, her stilettos in her hand. After putting them away in the closet, she checked Elizabeth's room, which was empty. Once she had cleared a couple other rooms, she knocked on the door to Fred's "office". It was really more like an experimentation lab. She tried the doorknob, but it was locked. Good, that had been their agreement, so Eliza couldn't get in there and mess with anything.
Hayley leaned her forehead against the door, attempting to strengthen her resolve. It had only been an hour or two since she had told Owana about being a hooker, and she had finally managed to muster up the courage to tell her husband. Tell him about everything. She was tired of keeping secrets, and lying. So, so tired. He was taking too long. Why the hell was he taking so long. "Weasley, get your butt out here!"