Rachel wheeled into the lean-to next to the apartment that hel such vivid memories. She closed the car door gently so as not to disturb Henn, and went inside. Standing in the bedroom doorway, the magic of that night so long ago came back to her. The passion that hid the shock of Reeve's death, the purpose and commitment and the sexual response. It was all there. "The stories these walls could tell," she thought.