“Mr. Reeves,” he said, and there was something different in his voice now, something quieter, more careful. “Step back from the glass for a second.”
I frowned slightly, unsure of what he meant, but I did as he asked, taking a small step back, my attention still fixed on the girls.
He glanced at Lila, then back at me, and for a brief moment, it looked like he was weighing something, as if the decision he was about to make wasn’t as simple as it should have been.
Then he reached for the control panel beside the door.
“You’ve got one minute,” he said, his voice low, almost as if he didn’t want it to carry too far.
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