Crack In Wall: Under Window !!hot!!

He looked at the crack. It was still. Silent. Just an old house settling. He helped her to bed, made her tea, and promised to buy spackle in the morning.

But sometimes, late at night, when the house is perfectly still and the wind blows just right against the window, you can still hear it. Not a crack. Not a whisper. crack in wall under window

That night, Mark found her sitting on the floor in front of it, knees drawn to her chest, rocking slightly. He looked at the crack