He heard a sharp clatter. A clipboard fell from the counter, hitting the floor with a loud crash. Nathan’s heart skipped a beat as he froze, his eyes darting to the source of the noise. He stood up, moving cautiously toward the counter, but there was nothing—nothing out of place. The clipboard was simply on the floor, like it had fallen by itself.
A sense of unease settled deeper into Nathan’s chest. He took a shaky breath and bent down to pick up the clipboard, trying to rationalize it. Maybe it was just a draft, he thought. Or maybe I just nudged it without realizing. But even as he said that to himself, the air around him felt wrong, colder than it had moments before.