“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.” —Edith Wharton At first, the woman didn’t know what to make of the house. It was too big, too imposing for her taste. She preferred smaller, cozier homes, ones that she could curl up in with a good book and a hot cup of tea. But this place called to her, whispered secrets in her ear that she couldn’t ignore. It wanted her to write, to pour out her heart and soul onto its pages.