For most of two years, I nearly did.

The thing that saved me was not courage, at first.

It was a private investigator, and a paper trail, and the discovery that I was not the first woman this house had decided was the problem — only the first who went looking for the others.

Chapter 3 — The Night It Dropped

“I don’t know what you think you’ve been digging into,” Arthur said, stepping just inside my doorway, lowering his voice to something soft and awful.

“But you’re going to stop.