Chapter 35

"This place will always be a part of you, you know."

We're sitting in the grass out on the lawn of the former Cunningham estate, staring up at the night sky. I have no idea what time it is - long past dinner, I'm sure, and probably far into the night - but for whatever reason neither food nor sleep interests me very much right now. I've even called my dad and told him I won't be in to work tomorrow.

Calder doesn't respond for a long moment.

"It's not the house," he says. "Not really." He picks at the grass next to him. "I was never really happy with the idea of another family living here, but I told myself that at the end of the day, it would still be someone's home. This - this thing they want to do... it destroys everything that made this house special."

I can't know the pain he's feeling, but I understand in some small way. You expose the secrets of a place like this, and they cease to mean anything.

"But maybe it's better this way," he says. "Maybe this is what needed to happe