One night, I pressed my ear to the cold surface.

I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

The silver light began to flicker.

She wasn’t a ghost. She was a girl. A living, breathing girl who looked exactly like her photo, except angrier.

Sketch a small picture of Leo pressing his ear to the wall. What expression is on his face? Add two adjectives to describe the setting. The next day at school, I told my best friend, Maya, about it during lunch.