It had been closed all afternoon.
A strange stillness settled.
Master Sergeant Vale’s hand moved toward her radio.
My mother raised two fingers.
Wait.
Titan growled again.
This time, three other dogs responded, their bodies stiffening, ears forward.
The students sensed the change before they understood it.
The room’s energy shifted from awe to fear.
My mother looked at Principal Wallace.
“Is anyone supposed to be in that room?”
The principal blinked.
“No. It’s just storage.”
“Who has access?”
