“Did you hear that?” Leo whispered to Maya.
So they sat in a broken circle, held broken graham crackers, and counted to twenty in three different languages no one had taught them. And somewhere between neun and diez , the crack began to close.
Under the rug, in the corner, a hairline crack still glowed faintly blue.
It started small.
“No,” said Leo, stepping carefully over a crack in the rug that now glowed faintly blue. “I think the school was already cracked. We just noticed.”