The truth is, I will never know what I was living with, or for how long. And that uncertainty has a way of expanding in the imagination, filling gaps that logic cannot quite seal. It is a reminder that our homes, no matter how familiar, still contain mysteries tucked behind walls and beneath surfaces we rarely question.
What I do know is this. If your home starts quietly growing new textures, do not touch them. Take pictures. Ask questions. Ask more than one person. Document before you disinfect. And if all else fails, let the internet panic with you. Sometimes shared alarm is the closest thing we get to closure, and sometimes that is better than a shrug and a spotless wall.
