She moved slowly through the house, checking the hallway, the bathroom, the study. All normal. Until she stepped into the kitchen. Instantly, the screen dipped—seventeen degrees. A full five-degree drop. Her heart jumped. She stepped back into the hallway. Twenty-two. Back into the kitchen. Seventeen. Again and again, the pattern held. It wasn’t her imagination.
She lingered at the threshold, watching the numbers shift as she crossed into the space. She checked every inch of the space but didn’t find anything unusual. Anything to explain the temperature drop. Her breath trembled in her chest.