The Luna Choosing Game
When I turned back to face Julian, he seemed hesitant to close the door.
We didn’t have time to waste. The longer he waited to close the door, the more likely we would be caught in this hallway.
I reached out, grabbed the door handle, and closed myself into the closet.
The door had slats in it, on a diagonal facing downwards. I was confident that I was fully hidden in the dark, but I could see outwards okay enough. Mostly, because of the downward slant to the slats, I saw Julian’s shirt and his legs and feet, but it was comforting that I could see even that much.