As Carl stepped through the door, shocking sounds reached his ears. This was a sound that he had never expected to hear.
Their moans and lecherous words echoed throughout the walls.
"Yes, harder! Harder…!"
"Argh! You are so good…!"
Carl froze, his mind racing as confusion wrestled with reality. Amelia was in the midst of an intimate encounter with another man.
A desperate need to identify the man rose within Carl. There was a possibility that it was his father… Though deep down, he knew that guttural voice didn't belong to his father.
Carl's mind didn't work properly, but his body moved on its own, taking him to the source of the lustful noises.
Once Carl was standing in front of the door, he was certain the man was not his father. His ears were ringing painfully, and with trembling hands, he cautiously twisted the doorknob.
The sounds of their activity grew more pronounced when the door was ajar, but Carl opened it wider.
