After a year of dating, we got married.
We had a small ceremony by the lake — only our families attended.
After the wedding, I moved into Daniel's house.
The house was large and beautiful. But the door to the basement was always locked. Daniel never opened it when I was around.
When I asked why, Daniel explained that there was a lot of junk stored down there. To make sure the kids didn't accidentally run in and get hurt, he kept the door locked.
It sounded reasonable, so I didn't ask any more questions.
Sometimes Emily and Grace would glance strangely at the locked basement door.
One day, Daniel went to work, and I took the day off to take care of the girls because they were a little sick.
But kids that age are restless, aren't they?