Nathan
The upstairs hallway creaked under my steps, that old wooden groan that somehow made the house feel even quieter.
I paused in front of the door I knew was hers. The white paint on it was slightly chipped near the doorknob, probably from years of use… memories pressed into the very wood.
I raised my hand and knocked gently.
“Eleanor?” I called, with my voice low but there was no answer.
I waited a beat and then two, but the house was still too quiet. The song I had heard before was even gone now, and I realized that it might have come from the kitchen and not this part of the house.
I knocked again, slightly firmer this time just to be sure I was heard. “It’s Nathan.”
Still I heard nothing back in response, and that caused me to frown, hesitating. Then my hand moved to the d
