“My room is right over there.”
Todd glanced to his right and couldn’t help smiling. She’d painted small stencils on her door of bunnies in a nest. “Where were you, exactly, when it first happened?”
Nadia spread her arms wide. “Right here. This spot.”
He paced from one side of the narrow hall to the other, looking at the floor, the walls, the ceiling, scrutinizing every inch of the area.
“What are you looking for?”
Shrugging, Todd barked a short laugh. “When I see it, I’ll tell you.” He ran the fingertips of one hand over the outer wall, squinted at it, and stepped a bit closer. “Like, what do you suppose this is?” He used one finger to trace a line from floor to ceiling.
Nadia rocked up on her toes and leaned over Todd’s shoulder. He felt her shrug. “A crack in the wall?”