"It's this one," she pointed to a door, her voice regaining its composure. "You can put me down now."
Gently, Crawford set her down, and she reached for the doorknob.
At that moment, Mr. Anderson, her neighbor, emerged from his apartment, his booming voice echoing in the hallway. "Ha! You came back with another one," he jeered, misinterpreting the scene.
Lucia, choosing to ignore the comment, quickly pulling Crawford inside, shutting the door behind them. It was only then, in the quiet of her home, did she realize she was still holding his hand—
Lucia's hand slipped from Crawford's as she stepped back, creating a space between them filled with the echo of her racing heart. The thunder boomed, a deep rumble that shook the windows, and lightning splintered the sky, illuminating the room in stark, white light.
"Ahhhh!" Lucia's scream was lost in the storm's roar, and she quickly covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.