Rosemary's POV:
The seat beneath me feels cold, freezing cold. Sharp chills shooting up my spine and further paralyzing my lungs. Something is clogging my windpipes, something that thumps against the inner walls of my throat… My heart, that's my heart stuck between my vocal cords, beating wildly, leaving almost no way for me to inhale fresh air.
Unblinkingly, I take in every pixel on the screen he's turned towards me for my eyes to see. A camera footage is what is displayed. A recorded video that shows someone sneaking into Dr Dale's office. The same office we currently sit in, and that someone happens to be none other than Izzy. I immediately recognized her hair and her figure even before she'd turned to face the camera.
