By December 27th, Autumn had the whole house mapped out in her head. Every room. Every lock. Every window she'd managed to get close to. She could recreate the floor plan in her sleep at this point, and she practically had, lying awake at two in the morning running through it over and over like she was studying for a test.
But there was a gap. A very big one.
She knew the basement existed. She'd felt it, like literally felt it through the panel door in the hall. She’d heard that low hum like a fan was running on the other side. But she had no idea how to get down there, and she also had no idea what she'd find when she did.
Not knowing was the worst part. She could handle a lot of things, but she couldn't plan around something she couldn't see.
So that morning, when Gabriel came downs
