Movement?

Ben leaned closer, squinting into the dim crawl space. For a second, he thought one of the eggs shifted ever so slightly, as if nudged from within. His breath caught. But the air was still, and there was no breeze to blame. He blinked rapidly, heart skipping, staring harder. Of course, nothing else moved a second time. “Probably my eyes playing tricks,” he muttered. Still, the eerie image refused to leave his mind.
Page 22 of 70