The professor's voice droned on, the cadence rising and falling with the kind of monotony that made Ginny's eyelids heavy. Something about nested webs in IT—layers of connectivity, nodes, and data relationships. Or was it about algorithms now?
She had no clue anymore. The screen of her laptop glowed faintly in front of her, but it wasn't her notes she was staring at. Instead, the picture from the previous day filled the screen, the image of the empty church room rendered in stark detail.
Ginny's fingers pinched at the trackpad, zooming in and out, her eyes scanning the grainy edges of the photograph as though the act of magnifying it might reveal some hidden truth. She knew it was pointless. She'd done this over and over again since Lucy had sent her the file last night, and each time she came to the same conclusion. The room was just a room. Plain, unassuming, and painfully normal.
