There’s a foulness here, almost like a stench.” She looked back at the house. She ought to walk back inside and tell Valentín to stop speaking nonsense. But she couldn’t. Something deep inside her body made her stare at him instead. There was a foulness. Ever since that day when Tadeo went missing, something felt askew inside the house, as though the walls in each room were crooked. The air itself felt heavy, charged, like a cloud pregnant with rain. She’d noticed cracks that had not been there before in the kitchen tiles, or a broken piece of pottery by the back door. In her room, any flowers
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