Moaning wasn't what woke me this time.

It was a smile.

A wrong one.

A smile with a crooked lower tooth-on Lina's face.

I froze mid-step.

I had only walked past her in the hallway, just a normal morning, just a normal fake greeting on my lips, when she turned slightly and smiled at Carl. A slow, flirty, sickening smile.

And there it was.

Crooked. Lower. Tooth.

My throat tightened instantly.

No. No. No.

That wasn't right.

Lina's dentition was perfect-perfect. I had complimented it ...