No one remembered the books but her.
A wave of dizziness rolled through Alistair, crashing against waves of adrenaline. She felt all at once like she might tip over, spilling out into the dining room. Something about the word on the board, or the dual shock of almost being discovered, or this place. She didn’t know, but she felt like she was falling down the hole again. She began mouthing her mantra.
On the other side of the door, voices . . .
“Hey . . . I think someone was here.”
Another voice, a woman: “What do you mean?”
Another: “That’s not possible.”
“Yeah, I know, but my PC was on. I didn’t leave it on.”
“Are you sure? Maybe—”
“No. It’s set to sleep on its own. Someone woke it up. Like, a minute or two ago. They didn’t get in, but . . .”
Alistair felt beads of sweat tricklin
