She said, “I’m okay. Thank you. It’s weird. I can hear him pacing over your room, I think. I can hear him talking on his phone.” I nodded. “Yes, the floors are thin. I’ve been hearing you for a while. I was really worried about you.” “I should have known that,” she said. “I can hear you too.” “What do you mean?” I frowned. “I heard you crying the last couple weeks. I was concerned about you, too. Are you okay?”
