[ WP ] Today , you went into the room your parents told you to never go in .

Even at five years old, Evan knew that there were certain things you just did n't press. When his dad said they were n't going to the beach this year, Evan first balked. `` We go every summer! Why ca n't we just go for a little bit?'' But Evan's dad had that look on his face, the one he got sometimes, and Evan quieted down. 
 
 Evan stalked up the stairs to his room. Across the hall, the door to Mommy's room was slightly ajar. He lingered for a moment. It had n't always been Mommy's room, but he could n't remember what it was before. A guest room? One day the door was shut and he was n't supposed to go in there anymore. When had it changed? Months earlier? Years? He could n't tell. All he knew was that it had been a room open to everyone and now it was not. 
 
 A sudden sound came from the room, like someone taking a step, or lowering to the floor. `` Mommy?'' Evan asked from the hallway. No one answered. Evan held his breath and listened closely. He imagined her in there, waiting for him to leave. `` I know it's you,'' he muttered. 
 
 There are some things that Evan just did n't push, so he turned and went into his room. 
 
 Engrossed in his action figures, Evan did n't notice the voices at first. His dad and mommy were downstairs and they were getting louder. `` Just take him,'' she was saying. `` It is n't fair to him. What is he going to do, mope around? Take him and let me have some time.'' Evan could n't hear his dad's responses. His dad was a quiet man most of the time and now he seemed to be whispering. Evan inched closer to his bedroom door, careful not to make a sound. 
 
 `` I wo n't do it again!'' his mommy was saying. `` I promise, Darren. God, it's been six weeks. You ca n't watch my every move. I wo n't do it again. Okay? I wo n't.'' 
 
 There was a flurry of whispers from downstairs and then the voices moved farther away. Evan took a tentative step outside of his room. That's when he noticed the door to Mommy's room. It was open wider now and all he could see inside looked perfectly ordinary - a sliver of a dresser, the bare wood floor, a bit of wall painted the same shade as his own. Seizing the opportunity, Evan crept down the hallway to Mommy's room and pushed open the door. 
 
 A flood of recognition fell over him. He had been in this room before. There was his old crib, from when he was a baby. Some of his old toys lined the shelf between the windows. The rocking chair in the corner was where Mommy had slept when he was very small. 
 
 Evan exhaled. There was nothing strange about this room. Why should n't he be allowed in here? It might even be fun to play with his old stuff again sometime, he thought. 
 
 His eyes fell on an unfamiliar object. A picture frame sitting on the dresser. There was n't a picture inside, just a series of numbers and the name Abby, like Elmo's friend. Under the numbers were two small prints, no bigger than a Lego. There was more writing underneath the prints, but Evan could n't figure it out. 
 
 Suddenly Evan felt like he needed to go to the bathroom. He left the room quickly, not even caring if he made any noise. He did n't understand what he saw. But he knew enough not press it.
