"He's here, in the room where you used to stay," Emily said, smiling as she watched Jennifer grow agitated.
Jennifer immediately turned and started to run back into the house, heading towards the third-floor attic to see her child.
Emily Anderson grabbed her arm, "Do you really want to charge up to the third floor like that? Even Quentin, as simple-minded as he is, will find it odd if he sees you acting crazy. He'll tell Mrs. Eleanor Tyler when you get back to the Tyler Family."
"I don’t care! I need to see my son!" Jennifer tried to shake her off. "What have you done to him? Why couldn’t we hear a sound from him when we were on the first floor?"
"He's sleeping, with Nesa watching over him," Emily said, still holding onto her. "If you want to see him, I can help you, and Quentin won’t
