“Okay,” he said softly. “Let’s find out.” Megan’s breath caught. “You’re opening it now?” “We’ve ruled everything else out,” he replied, sliding the blade under the first corner of drywall. “And if it’s mold or something leaking in the structure, the longer we wait, the worse it gets.”
She nodded, but the way she folded her arms across her chest told him it wasn’t mold she was afraid of. Daniel scored a long line along the seam, the knife whispering through gypsum. He switched to a pry bar, carefully easing the drywall free. It cracked once, twice, then a whole section loosened with a groan, peeling back like the skin of something old.