Victoria straightened and crossed her arms.
“You are overreacting because you are tired. Please come back to bed. We can call maintenance in the morning.”
Christopher stared at her, suddenly noticing how carefully she avoided looking at the wall.
“If you are so sure there is nothing there,” he said, “then you will not mind if I open it.”
Victoria froze.
“Open it,” she repeated, her voice tight. “Chris, that plaster is custom finished. It cost a fortune. You cannot destroy the house because of a sound.”
“I do not care about the house,” he said, his voice low but unwavering. “If a child is crying in my home, I will find out why.”
Victoria stepped in front of him, her eyes glossy with sudden tears.
“If you break that wall,” she whispered, “everything changes. Our family will never be the same again.”
Christopher felt cold spread through his chest.
“What are you hiding,” he asked. “What is behind that wall.”
Victoria shook her head without answering. That silence was all the confirmation he needed.