That detail caught my attention.
Two cups.
One had dried tea at the bottom.
The other still held a little warmth when I touched it.
“Did your grandmother have company this morning?”
Silas shook his head.
“She says nobody comes here.”
At the rear of the kitchen stood a tall pantry cabinet. It looked ordinary until Silas reached behind a hanging apron and pulled a small brass key from a hook.
He inserted it into a lock I had not noticed.
The entire pantry shifted.
It wasn’t a cabinet at all.
It was a narrow door built to resemble one.
Silas looked at me before opening it.
“This is what nobody believes.”
Behind the door was a small room.
Unlike the rest of the house, it was almost perfectly arranged.
A single bed stood against one wall, made with a pale yellow quilt. A sweater had been folded over the back of a chair. Books lined a narrow shelf. Fresh daisies stood in a glass jar beside the window.
