Dave needed time to track the text.
Leaving him alone with the project I went out for a walk.
I ended up at Luke’s front door.
I could hear talking on the other side.
It was a single voice.
Luke’s.
He was speaking quickly, quietly.
I raised my hand to knock, but hesitated.
I leaned in, trying to hear what he was saying. It was too faint. I couldn’t make out the
words.
Without warning the talking stopped.
A second later the door opened.
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