As the footsteps approached, it seemed to me that two pairs of legs were walking, and when they passed my door, I no longer doubted it. I held my breath, as if someone could hear me, and after half a minute the footsteps died away in the area of ​​​​Barrett's bedroom.

Exhaling silently, I tried to pacify my heart that was beating in my chest, and suddenly I felt the taste of blood in my mouth - making invisible observations, I automatically bit my cheek.

Turning my head, I frowned and, no longer wanting to think about him, turned my back, forbidding myself even to imagine what could be happening...