RiftBy Kim Mannix
“I can’t say I’ve ever seen anything quite like it, Lindy.” Jake pushed up the brim of his dusty Canton Carpentry ball cap. Droplets of sweat dotted his wrinkled forehead. “Probably some sort of water damage.”
Lindy watched as he nudged the blackish blue bubble on her wall with his pen. The mark was about the size of her hand and irregular around the edges. Some parts looked simply like a shadow or smudge on the paint, while other parts, especially near the middle, looked black and menacing.
“It’s like your damn house has a bruise,” Jake said.
She raised a finger and touched the mark again. It was a little squishy. She still didn’t understand how something like that could just appear overnight. When she woke up and saw it, she worried it was mold. She’d seen enough ho
