BELLA'S POV
It was the kind of thing that wouldn't have happened in a different house.
That's what I kept coming back to afterward, sitting on the edge of my bed with my book in my lap and the corridor outside my door entirely silent and entirely finished with its business: it was the architecture. The estate was enormous in its open spaces, the entrance hall, the dining room, the library with its tall windows and its generous light, but its connecting corridors were another thing entirely. Narrow, purposeful, built in an era when corridors were understood to be passages rather than spaces, designed for movement rather than occupancy. You moved through them single file or you negotiated.
The corridor outside the library was the narrowest in the main house. I had noticed this on my first
