“Can you see something?” Mike whispered, his voice just a fraction higher than a breath. “No, nothing.” Jane was trying to hide her fear but her voice was broken. She was on the rise of breakdown. “Me neither. It’s pitch black.” Mike felt the fear in Jane’s voice.
One Apple A Day #14
One Apple A Day #14
One Apple A Day #14
“Can you see something?” Mike whispered, his voice just a fraction higher than a breath. “No, nothing.” Jane was trying to hide her fear but her voice was broken. She was on the rise of breakdown. “Me neither. It’s pitch black.” Mike felt the fear in Jane’s voice.