Ethan, apparently, had never known.
Grace guided me through the service stairs to the basement.
We moved quietly past shelves of silverware, storage crates, and locked utility rooms.
The mansion above us glowed with music and betrayal.
Below, the air was cool and silent.
Behind the wine cellar, covered by a decorative panel of dark wood, was a keypad.
My hands shook as I entered the date.
The panel clicked open.
Grace gasped.
Inside was a narrow room filled with monitors and an old backup server.
I turned on the system.
The screens flickered.
Then the house appeared in black-and-white angles.
