Had he done the right thing? Was this kindness, or naivety? A small voice within whispered that it didn’t matter—helping was what mattered. He tried to brush aside his doubts and go to sleep. However, as the hours ticked by, faint noises began to filter through the silence.
At first it was the sound of someone rummaging through things. There was a soft thud, then the creak of something shifting. Robert sat up and looked at Julia who was fast asleep, his heartbeat quickening. “It’s probably nothing,” he told himself, but the unfamiliar sounds were enough to spur him into action.