“No.”
Isaac looked like he wanted to argue but simply nodded instead.
We climbed the stairs, which creaked loudly under our weight. The upstairs hallway stretched in both directions, lined with doors.
At the end of the hall stood double doors with carved moons on them that matched the one on the key. Those must have been my mother’s rooms. I turned the key in the lock, and it gave way easily. But I hesitated with my hand on the doorknob. After a deep breath, I pushed it open.
Surprisingly, it was warm and cozy, with sunlight streaming through the tall windows. The room was largely untouched, though—like a time capsule of my mother’s life. A four-poster bed dominated one wall, draped with faded blue silk canopies. A vanity stood near the window, silver hairbrush and hand mir
