Ava knew her father's voice.That was what terrified her.Not the hidden room.Not the impossible records.Not the man who looked like Ethan standing beside a photograph that should never have existed.Her father's voice.The same deep, steady voice she remembered from childhood.The same voice that had once called her little star when thunderstorms frightened her.The same voice she had heard the night before his funeral.“Open the door, sweetheart.”Ava couldn't breathe.Ethan moved in front of her immediately.“No one opens that door.”The footsteps stopped.For several seconds, there was only silence.Then the voice came again.“You always were stubborn, Ava.”Ava's fingers tightened around Ethan's.“That isn't him.”Richard stared at the door.He looked older than he had moments ago.“Richard,” Ava whispered. “Who is that?”He didn't answer.“Richard.”His silence frightened her more than the voice.Ethan stepped toward him.“If you know who's outside, speak.”Richard looked at t
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