“Someone’s in here!” she called out. I flattened myself against the wall behind the door. “Is that you, Grace?” a muffled voice called out. “It’s Lily.” My reflection in the mirror over the sink stared back at me, eyes bulging, chest heaving. “My mom forgot to give you and Sophie your headsets back?” Lily said, her voice tilting up. “I don’t want to leave them. I’ll wait for you out here.” “Just a sec!” Grace said. As she scrambled to gather up the emails from the vanity, half of them scattered to the floor with a loud rustling. We froze. “Are you doing okay? After . . . everything?” Lily asked. I leaned down and, as quietly as I could, gathered up the papers. “What? Yeah!” Grace said, way too enthusiastically. She flushed the toilet, then motioned for me to stay against the wall, took a deep breath, and poked her head out the door. I cringed as Lily’s eyes immediately met mine through the gap between the door hinges. The toilet let out a final swish and burble as I stared back.
What do You think about The Tiara On The Terrace (2015)?
