Emily's POV
“Who’s…who's in that room?” I asked carefully, keeping my voice low.
Tyler’s gaze moved toward me, then away. “Emily, it’s nothing.”
“Tyler, please.”
“Emily, we should go inside.” He started to move, but I reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Tyler, please, you have to tell me.”
He paused. For a moment, I thought he was going to say something about it but instead, he let out a soft laugh and smiled. It was the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. The kind that tried to cover something up.
Then he placed both hands gently on my shoulders. “Emily, I’ve already told you. It’s just a storage room.”
“Tyler, you’re lying to me,” I said, stepping back slightly. “If it was a storage room, how come someone coughed and even sneezed in there
