Chapter 4: Home
The trees that lined the mile-long driveway seemed dark and protective as we drove to the house. Old brick and three stories high with wings that protruded in every direction, Passenger Hall stood more like a mountain than the beacon of light that it was to me. I had grown up in this home, and for me it represented safety and family. In front of the house, the driveway made a circle, and Esteban pulled the car directly in front of the old manse. He grabbed my bag from the car before I could, and we both headed up the brick stairs that led into the main entrance. I stopped at the landing and surveyed the property. I could see the outside of the English maze my great-grandmother had insisted on. It stood regally on the side lawn. Lights from the house accented the main fount
