I pushed open the door to the guest house, the hinges creaking softly in the quiet night. The manor loomed in the background, all stone walls and manicured gardens, but this little spot on the premises was cozy with its wooden beams and fresh linens, but small, like a one-room cabin pretending to be bigger. The main area had a sitting chair, a low table with a flickering candle, and two doorways. One led to a small powder room furnished similarly to the ones in the manor, while the other led into a bedroom I could hardly see inside.
