HAZEL leaned in, her curiosity instantly piqued.

“Shouting?” she repeated. “Like arguing with someone or just… shouting?”

Amaka shook her head.

“That is the weird part. I didn’t hear another voice. It sounded like he was yelling at someone, but I couldn’t tell who. Or maybe he was on the phone? I don’t know.”

Hazel frowned.

“Was he drunk or something?”

“That was my first thought,” Amaka admitted. “But it didn’t sound like drunken slurring. It was clear. Angry. Like… furious.”

Hazel’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“What was he saying?”

“I couldn’t catch everything,” Amaka said, frustration creeping into her tone. “My mom kept telling me to mind my business and...