But the crack didn’t stay a whisper.
“Ella,” he said. “We’re calling someone tomorrow.” crack in wall under window
The crack started as a whisper.
But when he went back to the living room to turn off the light, he paused. The moonlight had shifted. And for just a second—no more than a heartbeat—he could have sworn something moved behind the plaster. Something that blinked. But the crack didn’t stay a whisper