Chapter 32 The Sound

• Reese POV
• I reach for the door without thinking, my palm hovering over the metal handle, my breath caught somewhere between my ribs. The moans coming from inside are still echoing in my ears, soft but unmistakable, growing more familiar each passing second. Something in the tone and pattern of it, makes the back of my neck prickle.
• I know that voice. I know it too well. But I’m afraid to confirm what my brain is already whispering, terrified of who I might see if I pull the door open.