‘I need you to look at these damp patches,’ I tell him, taking the milk out of the fridge. Marco doesn’t look up at me. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘In the hallway. You can’t miss them. They’re as big as I am.’ ‘I haven’t noticed.’ ‘Are you kidding?’ Now he looks up, blinking slowly. Shakes his head. I feel a throb of anxiety.
