“Do you feel that?” I asked my friend Carrie.
“The floor is uneven,” she said. “I feel really out of sorts.”
At the end of the hallway, we opened a door to what looked like the room of a 90-year-old woman – dusty, rose-painted walls, a flower-patterned comforter with matching shower curtain, a framed painting of a garden. Sunlight streamed through the weathered windows.