Ollie’s POV
“Sylvia!” Conrad gasps. Immediately, he removes his hands from me, steps away, and rushes to Sylvia’s side.
She’s standing there in the doorway, a pile of books scattered across the ground. Her eyes are wide and her mouth still open from screaming.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Conrad asks he approaches her. Gently, he places a hand on her shoulder and guides her into the room.
I take a step back, already feeling like I’m crowding them, especially when Sylvia glares at me in open disgust. She quickly schools her face before Conrad can see it.
“I thought I saw a rat,” she says. “Right there near the door. It scurried right in front of me.”
“A rat?” Conrad asks, then looks back to the door. He sniffs the air. “I don’t scent anything.”
“It could have been a trick of the li
