...I'm sorry. Was I being too loud?
Knock, knock.
The hand plucking the guitar strings stopped. Her mouth clamped shut. Saturday, 3:20 PM. ... The windows were closed, and she had lowered her voice to less than a fifth of its usual volume. ... Was the soundproofing still not enough?
She carefully sets the guitar down, stands up, and heads toward the front door.
Creeak
...I'm sorry. Was I being too loud?
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05