He leaned against his own bedroom door but couldn't hear much else, only the sound of his father soothing his crying mother as they walked to their room, and then the final sound of the door closing as they returned to their bedroom.
Asher Keating held his breath, quietly left his room, took off his slippers, and walked around the house in his socks. He slowly approached his parents' bedroom door, pressed his face against it, trying to catch some useful information.
His mother sobbed a couple of times at first, while his father quietly comforted her. It took a while for her to calm down, and she spoke nasally, "The previous plan didn't work either. We clearly reported Hayden Thorne, but somebody suppressed it on the official side, without a trace."
