“Main sewer line,” Leo sighed. “Clogged.”
“What?”
From the house, they heard it: a low, wet groan that wasn’t plumbing. It came from the basement, then the walls, then the floors beneath their feet—a single word, spoken in a child’s voice from the throat of a drain. sewer pipe clogged
Maya grabbed Leo’s arm. Her nails dug in. “Fill the trench.” “Main sewer line,” Leo sighed
