“Oh my god,” Maggie exclaimed when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“What?!?” Christopher came running down the stairs.
“You’re such a sucker,” Maggie said and shook her head. The basement seemed perfectly normal too. There were shelves holding dusty cardboard boxes, a work bench and some tools along one of the walls and a big freezer under the stairs. In one corner was a pair of skis. Through an open door, Maggie could see the laundry room with a washing machine and a dryer. She had to stop herself from getting Charlotte’s laptop right away. Finding the answers she wanted would just lead to more questions from Christopher. She needed to figure out how much of the truth she could tell him.
