Amelia sat on the bed for a while to calm herself, until her breathing slowly returned to normal. She reached out and grabbed the water cup on the bedside table without caring whether it was overnight water, gulped down two big swigs, and finally woke up completely from the nightmare.
She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and intended to go draw the curtains by the window, but on her way to the center of the room, she heard the man's low voice speaking. Then her feet, as if by instinct, veered in direction and headed towards the door.
Her hand on the doorknob, she changed her mind before pressing down and instead pressed her ear against the door.
The man's deep voice was muffled through the door.
"...This matter must be done covertly, it has to look like a real accident, got it?"
Amelia frowned. Was he on the phone?
What needed to be kept secret, and what did he mean by accident?
It was all confusing without context, but the conversation outside seemed to be wrapping up.
