Meredith Perenais’s Journal
August 15, 2009
At night, the cold here is palpable. They walk the halls now all the time, and they vanish into the secret room. But they won’t talk to me. Still, I feel like the newcomer, the outsider. I am nearly all that remains of the Perenais family, but I am not a Perenais, not really. Are they angry with me for opening the door? Will they take me through it? Is the Old One the door?
More important, will they take George back?