Sierra, resplendent in a black dress specifically bought for the occasion, dropped her head so abruptly that Duncan, who was examining the room for anything suspicious to hide, heard her neck creak. Of course, it was her first time to the condemned house and the creak of her neck had to cut the silence. It wasn't how she imagined the silence to be broken.
"So what kind of life did you end up with in this isolated place?" she cleared her throat and checked her neck. At least, it looked normal. Duncan smiled, amused from the effort she did to hide it.
