Izzy watched Riley climb onto a nearby window, vaguely wondering when he had bothered to take the boards off. She nodded in agreement just before he nonchalantly fell out of the window, knowing the distance between this floor and the ground would do little to faze him.
	She snatched her scarf and flashlight, just in case, then turned toward the door, but she paused and looked to the child still huddled in the corner, realizing she had not done what she had come to do.
	“I’ll be back later,” she promised, then hurried through the dark school to retrieve her bike from its temporary hiding place.

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	Izzy was sure she had broken a record with how quickly she returned to the general area of her neighborhood from the abandoned school. She slowed as she reached the street where Trevor lived, trying to remember which house was his. The familiar sight of the ranch-style home was enough to jog her memory, and she brought her bike to a stop in front of it.
	She clicked off the flashlight she had hastily tied back to the handlebars, and walked the bike quietly into his yard and away from the glow of the streetlights, her gaze looking for any sign anyone was up. But the house was completely dark, and she had no idea which window might lead to Trevor’s room.
	As she neared the front of the house, she contemplated peering through each window to see if she could figure out which room might be Trevor’s, when she noticed the door was ajar. At well past midnight. That was never a good sign.
	Holding her breath, she hastily leaned her bike against the house, and cautiously approached the door. In the dim lighting her eyes picked up on from the streetlights behind her, she looked for any sign of a break-in. As far as she could tell, the door was still intact with no signs of a forced entry. So, maybe not a robbery, unless they made it a habit to leave their front door unlocked. But still. She cast a quick glance down the street. An open door was probable cause to enter someone's house without an invitation, wasn’t it?
	Still not daring to breathe for fear of making too much noise, she slowly pushed the door open. From just inside the doorway, she blinked in the darkness saturating the entrance, then pulled her phone from her pocket. Finding Trevor under her recent calls, she hit dial, hoping, at the very least, to hear his phone ring somewhere in the house, and that it would not wake anyone else up.