From inside came the sound of raised voices—Stephanie’s sharp, furious tones cutting through the door, Liam’s lower voice ragged with strain. Clara’s chest constricted as she pressed closer, straining to catch the words. Her pulse roared in her ears.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Balling her fist, she pounded on the door. “Open up!” she shouted, her voice breaking. “I know you’re in there!” The arguing cut off in an instant. For a moment there was only silence, then hurried whispers, the sound of movement. Finally, the deadbolt slid back and the door cracked open.