It wasn’t long after Rigz left the room that I heard muffled voices break through the silence of the night, sharp and unmistakably heated.
“…She’s resting. You’re not going in,” Rigz’s voice was firm, bordering on a growl.
“Who are you to stop us?” came Lesther’s voice which was slick with entitlement. “We’ve known Leanna far longer than you have. She is our sister! If anyone has the right to see her, it’s us.”
“She’s not some trophy you can claim,” Rigz snapped back, his tone sharper this time.
I froze as my pulse quickened while their voices escalated. Curiosity and unease tangled inside me, and I found myself moving toward the door before I could think better of it.
“You’re overstepping,” Matthew’s voice joined in, colder and more irritated. “We just want to check on her. Or do you
