Moments earlier, Aimee found the dirty little kitchen Felix spoke of at the end of the ambulatory. It was small, her candle lit all but its corners, and rustic but not as old as the chapel. It had evidently been added on.
To her right, cupboards, a worn countertop, and cabinets filled the far wall. A large window occupied the one opposite the door. Aimee checked and found its wooden shutters secure. An island rose off-center from the floor; a small counter with an inset metal tub built under a hand operated well pump. Its prominent, but odd, position suggested the kitchen may have been built around it. Odd or not, Aimee hoped the old thing worked. She was looking for a vessel to carry water when a thunderous bang scared the living hell out of her.
As she spun, her candle snuffed, plungin
