Janelle hesitated for only a moment before stepping through the threshold. The instant her foot crossed into the room, a quiet hum filled the air like a vibration just below the sound level, like the house was waking up.
The light in the room was warm and golden, too inviting for a place that had been hidden for decades. Janelle scanned the space, which had pristine furniture and dust-free surfaces, like someone had just tidied up. And then her eyes locked onto the journal on the desk, the one with her name written inside it.