Pulling a dressing gown over her nightgown, she crossed the floor as quietly as her bare feet would allow. She was thankful that at least none of the bedroom doors had an awful squeak when they were opened. It wouldn't do her any good to wake up the entire house just because she had trouble sleeping. Oliver had been worried enough as it was. When he watched his father storm out of their safe house, he'd asked his mother a dozen questions about where he was going and why and when he would be back. It had been difficult to admit that she didn't know the answer to any of them.