Even as we whispered back and forth, part of us knew we were overreacting—but the unease didn’t fade.
Two adults, completely thrown off by an unidentifiable patch on the floor. It was a strange reminder of how fragile our sense of normal can be when something unfamiliar shows up in a place we think we understand.
We kept circling it, unsure whether it was harmless or something to worry about. My girlfriend voiced concerns about toxins or hidden damage. I tried to calm her down, though I felt just as uneasy. The real problem was not knowing—our imaginations filled in every gap with something worse.
