“Nina?” Andy’s voice. I jump off the bed and sprint over to the door. “Andy,” I choke out with what’s left of my voice. “You lost your voice,” he acknowledges. I don’t know what to say to that. “You shouldn’t bother screaming,” he tells me. “Everything is soundproofed below the attic. So nobody will hear you. I could be having a dinner party downstairs and they would never hear you screaming.”
holy shit
