Rowan glanced around, confused, not quite understanding what was going on.
Then, from the corner of the room, a voice—soft, almost a whisper—suddenly said, “Thank you.”
It was a girl’s voice, gentle and low, as though spoken right next to his ear.
Rowan felt a chill run down his spine and immediately ducked behind Amelia!
Carl shot him a glance, his eyes full of disdain and coldness.
At this point, Rowan didn’t care about offending anyone. He was scared—what if there was more danger? “Amelia, what’s going on?”
Amelia ignored him, her eyes instead fixed on the television in the living room.
On the screen, the delivery man’s face was panic-stricken as he moved the girl. While bending down, the keys fell out of his pocket.
Amelia noticed the moment and turned her gaze back to the empt
