““A random crack in the old plaster in the corner behind her seemed to grow, until it curled its way across the ceiling, circled the frosted chandelier, and swirled its way back down. It looked like a heart. A giant, looping, girly heart had just appeared in the cracking plaster of her bedroom ceiling. "Lena." "Yeah?" "Is your ceiling about to fall in on our heads?" She turned and looked at the crack. When she saw it, she bit her lip, and her cheeks turned pink. "I don't think so. It's just a crack in the plaster." "Were you trying to do that?" "No." A creeping pink spread across her nose and cheeks. She looked away.””
