'Could just be the weather,' I shrugged, trying to ease Sarah's tension. 'Or electrical quirks in an old house.' She nodded, though she still seemed unsettled. My mind raced through possibilities, hoping for normalcy. 'Let's not worry too much,' I added, squeezing her hand. Sarah smiled faintly, but her eyes remained cautious. We chose to overlook it, agreeing that every new home had its quirks to figure out.