Sadie’s POV
Botany building at nine p.m. on a Saturday was an area of lifeless fluorescent lighting and empty hallways. It had been hours since most of the professors had left. There were no sounds except for the noises of the ventilation system and the squeaking of ancient pipes running through the walls.
Sitting in my office – the former storage room with a brick wall – I was waiting. On the desk before me there was one sheet of paper on which I had managed to write down a dozen questions in two hours. Starting from reasonable and ending up in rage or desperation.
It was nine on the dot when he showed up. It couldn’t have been anything else.
I heard him coming before I saw him, his shoes on the linoleum floor making a noise that was not like regular footsteps but something else entir
