They were still standing at the kitchen counter, catching their breath, when they heard it. Footsteps in the hallway outside. Not just passing footsteps. These were slow and deliberate, stopping right outside her door. Nora's blood ran cold. Marcus pulled out of her instantly and grabbed his pants from the floor.
"Shh," he whispered, holding up a hand.
A woman's voice came from the hallway, loud and clear through the thin apartment door. "I told you, Brenda, I am not dealing with this anymore. He left his dirty dishes in the sink again. I am this close to breaking up with him." The woman was on the phone, standing just feet from Nora's door. Nora recognized the voice. It was Linda from apartment 4C. She was notorious for standing in the hallways and talking on the phone for hours.
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