“It’s big.”
Sam didn’t know what that meant. If it meant anything. He didn’t think the house was particularly big, but maybe Bonnie had thought he’d be living out in the middle of nowhere in a tiny shack. He suddenly didn’t want to take her inside, but she reached for the door handle and got out of the rental car before he could say anything.
He hurried to follow her, taking her hand and leading her toward the entrance on the side of the house. These stairs had been cleared, and he stuck the key in the lock to get the door open. “So this is the entrance we used the most,” he said, his voice hardly his own. “If someone came to the front door, it was for piano lessons or a visit. Even then, my mother’s friends would just come in this way.”
A set of stairs went down, and around the corner,
