Following him inside
“What are you doing?” Sarah hissed, grabbing his arm. “We don’t know who he is or what’s in there.” Mike hesitated but then looked back at her with determination. “We’ve come this far,” he said quietly. “We need to know.” He stepped through the doorway, and Sarah, against her better judgment, followed him. Inside, the room looked a bit more organized now.
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