Chapter 27. Hidden Something

The afternoon seemed to drift by, carrying with it a sense of quietude that enveloped the old house. As I was lost in my thoughts, Silas knocked softly on my room door before entering with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Hey, do you know where the key to the guest room is? It's locked," Silas inquired, his tone tinged with mild frustration.

I furrowed my brow in thought, my mind searching for an answer. "I don't know," I admitted, puzzled by the locked room. "Jamir must be taking care of it; let's ask him," I suggested.

Silas let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping as he sank onto the sofa. His exhaustion was palpable, and it worried me. "Okay, I'll ask him," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of fatigue.

Concern welled up within me as I approached him. I reached out and placed my palm gently on his forehead, then on his neck to check his temperature. My hunch was confirmed: he had a fev