The House That Recognizes Me

Mara Bell first noticed while carrying a box of books, hardly an ideal moment for revelations. She had the box under her chin, a knee against the banister, and her brother behind her swearing because the movers had left the bed base at the foot of the stairs instead of taking it up. On the landing, Mara turned left, took two steps, and struck the guest-room frame with her shoulder.

She buys an unfamiliar house. Every room knows where she keeps her things.