Chapter 14
We ate an early dinner in gloomy silence, each lost in our own thoughts, only minimally responding to Mr. Trevor when he addressed us.
He wasn't offended. He knew when we were in problem solving/investigation mode. And the more I learned about Miss Zenobia and got a sense of what his years with her as his boss must have been like, the more his unbothered attitude began to make perfect sense.
If he were anyone besides who he was, he would've quit decades ago.
"Well? What are we thinking?" Sophie finally asked, folding her arms as she looked at each of us in turn.
"I feel like I know less now than I did before," I said. "What really happened in 1968? Miss Zenobia went far, far away, and something came from across time to attack her students?"
"Is that what we're thinking?" B
