Raelynn's POV

I stand frozen, my eyes locked on the thermostat. The reading flashes back at me: 59°F.

“I turned it on this morning,” I mumble in disbelief. “I’m sure I did. I remember doing it.”

Roldan offers me a comforting but concerned nod. “I remember seeing you do it too,” he assures me, though his expression betrays his worry. “It’s probably malfunctioning. I’ll take a look. It isn’t a gas system, ...