"Ahh—! Sir…! It's so deep—!"
The woman's loud, broken moan carried clearly over the partition.
Howard's face paled. A cold shiver ran down his spine. That voice… it sounded far too familiar.
His mind suddenly flashed to his wife.
Heena.
His blood ran cold. Sweat broke out on his forehead as panic gripped him.
'No. No. No. It can't be.'
He turned toward Siobhan, who was clearly lost in the sounds coming from next balcony.
"Hey, Siobhan," he whispered urgently, voice shaky. "Do you think… the voice of that girl sounds familiar?"
Siobhan blinked, pulling herself out of her daze. She listened again for a moment, then shook her head.
"Nope. Why do you say that?"
Howard swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down. He shook his head, trying to push the terrifying thought away.
"Yeah… you're right," he muttered, relief slowly washing over him. "How could we know someone of that status anyway? It must be just a coincidence. There are so many people with similar voices…"
