Chapter 40
We moved faster than either of us knew possible to get out of that house. We didn’t even bother to put Philip’s belongings back into the box. As soon as the light went out in the attic, we jumped up and ran. I still had the photo of Philip and his family in my hand when I reached the back porch where we’d entered. The servants’ kitchen door was still open when we got down there.
I stood with my hands on my knees, gulping air into my burning lungs. Rachel leaned against the brick wall beside the door, her breathing just as harsh as mine.
“What happened?” she heaved out between drags of air.
“I don’t know. Maybe the bulb just finally burned out?” I stood and leaned next to her.
Her forehead wrinkled as she turned to me. “The bulb?”
“Yeah, that’s probably why it went off.” My
