Haley's room

The noise grew louder as he approached the third door. What was Haley doing at home in the middle of a school day? Phil slowly opened the door, peeking in on his oldest child, not knowing what to expect. His hands were trembling harder than before as he remembered when Claire told him about finding Dylan half dressed in Haley's room, his hand up Haley's shirt and hers on the front of his pants. Was that what he was going to see now? Did his little girl skip school to fool around with her boyfriend while her parents were out of the house?

The room was bright with sunlight as he cracked the door open, just enough to catch a glimpse of Haley's hand on the bed - she seemed to be standing in front of the bed, leaning on it and muttering under her breath. He opened the door wider, knowing she couldn't see him from the angle she stood at, and caught sight of...