[ kate hums in response, carefully noncommittal as she drops her eyes to the flashlight in her hand — but only after he'd gone and finished buttoning up. in this case, "better" is definitely subjective. ]

You'd tell me, right? [ she pushes some of her hair out of her face, whatever had come loose from her bun in her sleep. ] If someone once died in this house. It wasn't built over some ancestral burying ground or anything?