But a strange sense of relief came with it. She was right. She hadn’t imagined it. She didn’t know what to make of it, but it felt a solid lead that could guide her to the answers. Room by room, she swept the ground floor, scanning corners, vents, and closets. And slowly, a disturbing pattern began to emerge.
In five separate spots—each near a vent or grating—the temperature dropped by the same margin. Every reading matched. Every space was silent and still, yet the temperature shifted without any outside interference. All the doors and windows were closed, the AC turned off.