Stephen took a deep breath and moved silently through the slightly widened doorway, pausing to close it as gently as possible behind him and thanked whatever deity watching him that moment that the hinges had been oiled not a week before, making the closing much softer than usual. He moved low and quickly, ducking into the open closet and slid the door back shut. It wasn't a big closet by any measure but it suited his needs for the moment.

"Shit..." he muttered, realizing that he would have to be positioned in such a way that anyone opening the door would see him, would see him watching this action going on. But how could he pass up a chance to learn more about this woman and the...man his mom had become?