Miles told himself it was nothing. Just a quick check-in. Making sure Chelsy was good, that was all, then he'd go straight to his bunk.
But the corridor felt like a vein, pumping him forward until he was standing outside her door.
The dim overheads left the hall in a state of permanent dusk, but a warm, flickering band of light leaked from beneath her door, painting a gold line across the concrete floor. He heard Chelsy's voice, low and lazy, a sound that belonged to another world-one where sleep came easy and no one ever woke in terror. He pressed his ear to the door. There was another voice in there, but not a man's.
Something that felt like oil spread in his gut, slick and suffocating. His hand hovered over the knob, sweat beading on his palm.
She'd told him she wanted privacy. Sh
