[Still trying to project a smile, but those good at reading people would be able to sense the fakeness of it.]

We entered one of the caves, and soon after, the entrance just disappeared. I was there with two other people, and we heard... voices. Different voices each.

[She clenched the plastic knife, cutting a sausage in a rougher, slower than necessary movement. The irrational fear still lingered, it seemed.]

I heard a little girl.