What were they doing?
Following the faint sound of voices, Jack crouched low and peered through a small hole in the floorboards. On the ground below, he saw two men hunched over some kind of work, both dressed in filthy, worn clothes and looking undernourished, just like Michael. The scene only deepened the mystery—what exactly was happening here? What kind of work demanded this secrecy and hardship? Jack’s pulse quickened as he tried to make sense of the strange tableau before him.
What Were They Doing
A familiar voice
Then, a voice cut through the silence—Michael’s. He was speaking with one of the men about his lingering fear of being followed to the factory. The other man laughed, brushing off Michael’s concerns, insisting that no one else had stepped foot on this terrain for years. Michael, however, was unconvinced, still tense and wary, clearly carrying the weight of secrets he had long kept to himself. Jack listened carefully, realizing he was finally on the verge of discovering the truth behind Michael’s mysterious daily walks.
A Familiar Voice
