I held my breath, every instinct screaming for me to remain as still as possible. My mind raced, trying to match the voice to a face, a memory, anything, but it was like grasping at smoke. The man continued muttering to himself, his voice a strange echo, as if it came from a place deep within my own history.
Suddenly, he moved, and I heard the soft thud of something dropping onto my nightstand. I could make out his silhouette, a vague outline against the dim light filtering through the curtains. My phone, which lay within reach under the bed, felt like a lifeline, but I couldn’t risk moving to grab it. Not now.
“Always leaving your keys everywhere…” he grumbled, as though chiding me.
