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The wall wasn’t falling apart.

She woke up with dirt under her fingernails. cracks adobe

Her grandmother found her there an hour later, cheek pressed to the wall, eyes wide. The wall wasn’t falling apart

The adults started noticing her obsession. Her father said she was getting “strange.” Her mother worried about tetanus. But her grandmother just watched from the porch, rocking slowly. cheek pressed to the wall

Elena pulled away, a thin red line imprinted on her cheek. “What’s inside them?”

She walked to every crack, every fissure, every hairline seam. She whispered into each one: Remember . Remember the horse. The cookie. The wedding. The rain.