Not just voices. Arguing. “…you can’t keep brushing this off, Sabrina,” Mark said sharply. “She heard something real.” Kayla froze. “She wasn’t even supposed to be there!” Sabrina snapped. “She scares easily. You know that.” “That doesn’t explain what she heard,” Mark replied. “And it doesn’t explain why you dismissed it so fast.”
Kayla’s fingers curled around her notebook. She shouldn’t listen. She should knock. But her legs wouldn’t move. A moment later, the argument died abruptly. Kayla quietly stepped inside and found Mark in the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked surprised to see her. “Oh—hey, Kayla. Everything okay?”