Too slowly.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
“No… no… he heard me,” I whispered, pressing my body tightly against the tree.
For a moment, everything went silent.
Even the river.
Even the insects.
Then—
“Who’s there?” Michael’s voice came.
Calm.
But not normal.
There was something… off about it.
I held my breath.
Praying.
Hoping.
Begging he wouldn’t come closer.
But he did.
Step by step.
Closer.
Closer.
The sound of his footsteps on the dry leaves made my skin crawl.
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