*Aryanna*
The door clicked shut, and I slid the lock into place. I leaned closer until I had my ear pressed against the wood, barely breathing. Outside, the muffled rhythm of heavy footsteps approached, each beat reverberating like a low drum. I half-expected a fist to strike the doo, the intrusion breaking what little calm remained. Instead, the sounds slowed and then gradually receded. The silence that followed was thick and cautious. I lingered for a moment longer, letting the tension seep from my shoulders as I could confirm they had moved on.
I finally turned, finding Eve standing in the narrow passage behind me. She was breathing in shallow, shaky gasps, strands of hair tangled around her face, and her wide, shadowed eyes held frantic exhaustion, the kind that only a long, sleepless stretch could paint on a person. She looked like someone caught between dread and relief, barely holding it together.