But despite that fact, when she noticed the person in the bed started to stir, she high tailed it out of the room.
"Who's there?" a voice called. There was something familiar, yet unfamiliar about it.
Sarah ducked into the hall linen closet. Why am I hiding? she asked herself. I'm Sarah McMillan...I don't hide.. But she didn't stop hiding. The entire situation was a serious blow to her ego. She wasn't sure what to believe...or what to do.
She heard the sound of footsteps walking past the closet door, then turning, and heading back toward the bedroom. She peeked out to see the blond haired individual, in a stylish bathrobe, heading back into the bedroom. She still couldn't get as good look at her face, from the back.
She slipped out of the linen closet again, and started down the stairs.
"What are you doing?" The same female voice from before, the oddly familiar one, said from behind her.
She spun around.
