Chapter 38 The Mask Slips

• The house was unusually quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that made every creak of the floorboards echo louder than necessary. Zara wandered aimlessly down the long hallway leading to the private cinema room, intending to grab the sweater she had left there earlier. She wasn’t thinking much about Regan — at least not until she approached the corner near his bedroom.
• That’s when she heard it.
• Muffled voices leaked from his slightly open door. She froze, instincts sharpening.