But it wasn’t Emma’s.
My heart started pounding immediately. The whispering voice was low, muffled by the door, but it was definitely male. For one terrifying second my mind jumped to the worst possible conclusion—that somehow someone had broken into the house and was inside my daughter’s room. I backed away from the door, my hands already shaking as I pulled my phone from my pocket.
I whispered to myself.
“Stay calm… just stay calm.”
Then the voice inside the room spoke again.
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