In the stillness of the room, the ringing of the phone was unusually clear. The next second, the call was answered.
Aidan moved away from the bed, heading towards the bathroom with his phone in hand. I could faintly hear the other person ask, "Are you there?"
I squinted, watching as Aidan entered the bathroom.
I strained to hear the conversation, but the voices were too low to make out. It was clear someone knew he was back, and I guessed it was Ryan.
Aidan must have forgotten something because he came back out to grab a new towel from the closet. Throughout, he just listened to the person on the other end, occasionally responding with a grunt.
Summoning a burst of courage, I slipped out of bed barefoot and tiptoed towards the bathroom, pressing myself against the wall. I caught Aidan
