“She opened my closet door just the tiniest crack. So I could breathe.”
“His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.”“Yeah, well, guess what? I’m a living, breathing person, and every now and then I make noise!”
“The raised voice that surprises me, however, belongs to Nash. I creep to the door and crack it the tiniest bit, turning my head and pressing my ear to it.You are a shameless, creepy eavesdropping hussy.”
“She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.”
“Was this the second body I'd found in the closet, or the third? I wondered why I even opened closet doors any more.”
“The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.”