It was the early summer. I was studying for my last exam of the semester, and it was a difficult one. I spent almost the whole day in my room behind the books. Now it was already late afternoon and the rumbling in my stomach reminded me I should better head downstairs and find something in the fridge.
I was walking down the stairs to the hallway, when I heard some unfamiliar sounds. I stopped for a moment and listened. Then I continued to descend step by step, very carefully not to make any noise.
“Is that my mom moaning?” I asked myself when I got to the lower hallway.
There was 5 feet of wall on my left and then the doors to the living room. It sounded like the voices were coming from there. I sneaked on my fingers and just before I managed to peek around the corner I heard my father