Nora’s POV
Time lost all meaning after that. Minutes dragged into what felt like hours, broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall.
At least, that’s what I thought.
My eyes drifted back to it for what had to be the tenth time. Something about it felt… wrong. I frowned and watched it a little longer, trying to figure out what was bothering me.
Then my eyes widened in realisation. The second hand wasn’t moving forward. It was moving backwards like counter-clockwise.
Tock Tick. Tock Tick.
“No…”
I rubbed my eyes, convinced that the stress was making me see things. When I looked again, it was still happening.
The clock was running in reverse.
A cold shiver crawled down my spine, and my stomach dropped in fear.
“I… I think there’s something wrong with the clock.”
