We decided to inspect the rest of the room. That’s when things got worse—not dramatically, but subtly. The kind of “worse” you only notice once your attention has been sharpened by fear.
There were tiny similar marks in other corners. Smaller ones. Almost like early versions of the same structure. Some were barely visible unless you were looking for them.
That’s when I said it out loud: “We should call reception.”
My husband hesitated. “It might be nothing.”
But even he didn’t sound convinced anymore
