The first thing I did was put my foot into the water.<\/p>\n
It barely covered the bottom of my shoe.<\/p>\n
I remember feeling relieved.<\/p>\n
Then ashamed.<\/p>\n
I had just watched a creek turn into a torrent.<\/p>\n
I had seen a massive branch fall beside my children.<\/p>\n
And still I wanted to believe a little water could not hurt us.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
More water was coming.<\/p>\n
A narrow stream had become several.<\/p>\n
It ran down the wooden steps, gathered at the bottom, and spread over the cellar floor.<\/p>\n
The children were watching.<\/p>\n
I knew I had to move before the situation became worse.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter, keep the blankets off the floor.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached for them immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna, stay with Luke.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took his hand.<\/p>\n
Julia stood beside the lantern.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat should I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp me look.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had no better instructions.<\/p>\n
I moved toward the shelves.<\/p>\n
The flour sacks were still dry.<\/p>\n
The jars were still safe.<\/p>\n
The firewood lay above the water.<\/p>\n
Dmitri had prepared this cellar with care.<\/p>\n
But if the water kept rising, the things he had stored would no longer matter.<\/p>\n
I touched the stone wall.<\/p>\n
Cold.<\/p>\n
Solid.<\/p>\n
For one moment, I tried to tell myself the water might stop.<\/p>\n
Then I heard another trickle behind me.<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
A thin stream had reached the area near the five small boxes.<\/p>\n
Luke stepped backward.<\/p>\n
His carved horse was clutched in one hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs the water going to come up here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated saying it.<\/p>\n
But I had promised myself I would not lie to the children just to make my own fear easier.<\/p>\n
I lifted the boxes onto a higher shelf.<\/p>\n
Julia helped.<\/p>\n
She moved her jewelry box first.<\/p>\n
Peter carried his boat and knife.<\/p>\n
Anna held the music box close.<\/p>\n
I kept the baby's knitted blanket around the little one.<\/p>\n
Those gifts were small.<\/p>\n
The cellar contained far more useful things.<\/p>\n
Yet I could not bear the thought of losing them.<\/p>\n
They were what remained of Dmitri's hands.<\/p>\n
I had already buried their father.<\/p>\n
I would not let the water carry away what he had left them if I could prevent it.<\/p>\n
Julia looked toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we go outside?\u201d<\/p>\n
I listened to the storm.<\/p>\n
The rain was still heavy.<\/p>\n
The branch had fallen beside the cedar.<\/p>\n
The ground above us was soaked.<\/p>\n
I could not know whether other branches were ready to break.<\/p>\n
And the creek had risen so quickly that the way back toward the tree might already be dangerous.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words seemed to close the only entrance we knew.<\/p>\n
For a moment, nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at the notebook.<\/p>\n
It rested where I had left it near the sixth box.<\/p>\n
I went to it.<\/p>\n
My hands were damp.<\/p>\n
I dried them against my clothing before touching the pages.<\/p>\n
Dmitri had written that I should follow the spring toward the higher ground.<\/p>\n
The instruction had seemed like an invitation before the storm.<\/p>\n
Now it sounded like something I needed to understand immediately.<\/p>\n
I studied the key.<\/p>\n
Iron.<\/p>\n
Heavy.<\/p>\n
Plain.<\/p>\n
There was nothing decorative about it.<\/p>\n
Dmitri would have approved of that.<\/p>\n
He had never cared much for things that looked important but served no purpose.<\/p>\n
I wrapped my fingers around it.<\/p>\n
Then I looked toward the back of the cellar.<\/p>\n
The narrow wooden door was still there.<\/p>\n
I had mistaken it for a cupboard because of its size.<\/p>\n
It stood against the rear wall, partly surrounded by stored supplies.<\/p>\n
There was a lock.<\/p>\n
I had not noticed that before.<\/p>\n
Or perhaps I had seen it and failed to understand what it meant.<\/p>\n
I walked toward it.<\/p>\n
Julia followed with the lantern.<\/p>\n
\u201cMother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBring the light closer.\u201d<\/p>\n
She lifted it.<\/p>\n
I examined the lock.<\/p>\n
My heart began to pound.<\/p>\n
The shape of the opening looked right.<\/p>\n
I brought the key toward it.<\/p>\n
For one moment, I hesitated.<\/p>\n
I remembered the bank.<\/p>\n
The documents.<\/p>\n
The humiliation of discovering how much Dmitri had kept from me.<\/p>\n
I remembered opening the notebook and realizing that my husband had planned something without telling me.<\/p>\n
I had wanted the truth.<\/p>\n
Now I was standing in front of another locked door.<\/p>\n
I was afraid of what might be behind it.<\/p>\n
But the water was moving across the cellar floor.<\/p>\n
There was no time to be angry.<\/p>\n
I pushed the key into the lock.<\/p>\n
It fitted.<\/p>\n
I turned it.<\/p>\n
The mechanism moved.<\/p>\n
A small sound.<\/p>\n
Ordinary.<\/p>\n
Almost nothing.<\/p>\n
Yet I felt as though the entire cellar had changed.<\/p>\n
I looked at Julia.<\/p>\n
She was staring at the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's the right key.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the handle.<\/p>\n
Then I pulled.<\/p>\n
The door opened.<\/p>\n
There was no cupboard behind it.<\/p>\n
No shelves.<\/p>\n
No little storage space.<\/p>\n
A passage led away from the cellar.<\/p>\n
It rose into darkness.<\/p>\n
I lifted the lantern.<\/p>\n
The walls were close together.<\/p>\n
The way ahead was narrow, but it was open.<\/p>\n
I could not see where it ended.<\/p>\n
Then I felt something on my face.<\/p>\n
Air.<\/p>\n
Fresh air.<\/p>\n
Not the still air of the cellar.<\/p>\n
Something was moving through the passage from another opening.<\/p>\n
I stood very still.<\/p>\n
Dmitri had built or discovered a way out.<\/p>\n
He had known there was another place beyond this room.<\/p>\n
And he had left me the key.<\/p>\n
I wanted to laugh.<\/p>\n
I wanted to cry.<\/p>\n
I wanted to shout at him for making me find it only when water was reaching my children's feet.<\/p>\n
Instead, I turned around.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone, come here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter brought the blankets.<\/p>\n
Anna held Luke's hand.<\/p>\n
Julia kept the lantern raised.<\/p>\n
I adjusted the baby against me.<\/p>\n
The children gathered at the doorway.<\/p>\n
Luke peered into the darkness.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere does it go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think it leads uphill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at the notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father left a direction.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not a complete answer.<\/p>\n
But it was the first time since the storm began that I had somewhere definite to lead them.<\/p>\n
I stepped through.<\/p>\n
The passage was narrow enough that we could not walk side by side.<\/p>\n
I went first.<\/p>\n
Julia carried the lantern close behind me.<\/p>\n
Peter followed with what we could manage.<\/p>\n
Anna stayed beside Luke as much as the space allowed.<\/p>\n
I kept stopping to make sure nobody had fallen behind.<\/p>\n
I knew we should move quickly.<\/p>\n
But I also knew a stumble in the dark could hurt one of the children.<\/p>\n
The passage rose gradually.<\/p>\n
I could feel the incline beneath my feet.<\/p>\n
Dmitri's note had said to follow the spring uphill.<\/p>\n
I had imagined walking outside along the water.<\/p>\n
I had not imagined moving through the earth.<\/p>\n
The lantern light reached only a short distance ahead.<\/p>\n
Beyond it was darkness.<\/p>\n
I tried not to think about the weight of the ground above us.<\/p>\n
I tried not to think about the water gathering in the cellar behind us.<\/p>\n
Then I heard it.<\/p>\n
A rushing sound.<\/p>\n
Farther back.<\/p>\n
Water was entering the passage.<\/p>\n
I stopped and listened.<\/p>\n
The sound seemed to grow louder.<\/p>\n
Julia noticed my expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat's wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to keep moving.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked behind her.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it the water?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not soften the answer.<\/p>\n
There was no reason to pretend.<\/p>\n
We all heard it now.<\/p>\n
A steady movement behind us.<\/p>\n
The storm was pushing water through the cellar.<\/p>\n
And the cellar was connected to the passage we had entered.<\/p>\n
I imagined the stairs filling.<\/p>\n
The floor disappearing.<\/p>\n
The stored supplies standing in muddy water.<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
Dmitri had spent years preparing that hidden room.<\/p>\n
I had found it only hours earlier.<\/p>\n
Now it might be ruined.<\/p>\n
But the children were alive.<\/p>\n
That was what mattered.<\/p>\n
I forced myself to look forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n
We moved uphill.<\/p>\n
Luke stumbled once.<\/p>\n
Anna caught his hand.<\/p>\n
He made a small sound but kept walking.<\/p>\n
Peter shifted the blankets against his shoulder.<\/p>\n
Julia held the lantern steady.<\/p>\n
I was proud of them.<\/p>\n
I was also frightened by how much they had learned to endure without complaining.<\/p>\n
They should have been sleeping in the farmhouse.<\/p>\n
They should have been arguing over ordinary things.<\/p>\n
Instead, they were climbing through a dark passage while floodwater followed.<\/p>\n
I wanted to apologize.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
An apology would not help them move.<\/p>\n
I kept my voice calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust a little farther.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not know whether it was true.<\/p>\n
I had never walked that passage before.<\/p>\n
I had no idea how far it ran.<\/p>\n
But the air was changing.<\/p>\n
It was fresher.<\/p>\n
Cooler.<\/p>\n
The ground beneath us was still rising.<\/p>\n
I took that as a good sign.<\/p>\n
I remembered Dmitri working with a measuring line.<\/p>\n
The patient way he checked distances.<\/p>\n
The care he took before cutting timber.<\/p>\n
The sketches in his notebook.<\/p>\n
Walls.<\/p>\n
Windows.<\/p>\n
Lumber.<\/p>\n
Numbers.<\/p>\n
I had thought they were plans for something he hoped to build.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered whether they were connected to the passage.<\/p>\n
He had measured something.<\/p>\n
Something larger than the cellar.<\/p>\n
I held that thought while we climbed.<\/p>\n
The sound of water remained behind us.<\/p>\n
It had not reached our feet yet.<\/p>\n
Still, I could not make myself slow down.<\/p>\n
The baby stirred.<\/p>\n
I adjusted the little knitted blanket.<\/p>\n
I could feel the child's warmth through it.<\/p>\n
That tiny comfort kept me from panicking.<\/p>\n
I was still carrying my youngest.<\/p>\n
The others were still following.<\/p>\n
We were moving toward higher ground.<\/p>\n
I had to trust that was enough.<\/p>\n
Then the passage changed.<\/p>\n
The walls seemed to open slightly.<\/p>\n
The incline became less steep.<\/p>\n
I lifted my hand and touched wood.<\/p>\n
Not stone.<\/p>\n
A flat surface stood in front of me.<\/p>\n
I raised the lantern.<\/p>\n
Another door.<\/p>\n
I nearly laughed from relief.<\/p>\n
There was somewhere for the passage to lead.<\/p>\n
The way did not simply disappear into earth.<\/p>\n
I placed my hand against the door.<\/p>\n
It felt solid.<\/p>\n
I searched for a handle.<\/p>\n
There was one.<\/p>\n
I tried it.<\/p>\n
The door resisted for a moment.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Behind us, the sound of rushing water continued.<\/p>\n
I tried again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Julia moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shifted the lantern.<\/p>\n
I put my shoulder against the wood.<\/p>\n
It gave slightly.<\/p>\n
I felt movement.<\/p>\n
A small amount at first.<\/p>\n
Then more.<\/p>\n
I pushed again.<\/p>\n
The door swung inward.<\/p>\n
Fresh air reached us.<\/p>\n
Not a violent gust.<\/p>\n
Just the smell of a larger space beyond.<\/p>\n
I lifted the lantern through the opening.<\/p>\n
And stopped.<\/p>\n
There was a floor.<\/p>\n
There were walls.<\/p>\n
There were window openings.<\/p>\n
The space was unfinished, but it was unmistakable.<\/p>\n
A house.<\/p>\n
I could not speak.<\/p>\n
I had followed a locked passage because water was rising behind us.<\/p>\n
I had expected another shelter.<\/p>\n
Perhaps a way onto the hillside.<\/p>\n
Instead, I was standing at the entrance to a building.<\/p>\n
A building Dmitri had never shown me.<\/p>\n
I looked back at my children.<\/p>\n
They were crowded in the passage, waiting for me to move.<\/p>\n
I stepped aside.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
One by one, they crossed the threshold.<\/p>\n
I counted them again.<\/p>\n
Five.<\/p>\n
All five.<\/p>\n
Then I looked around at the unfinished walls.<\/p>\n
I thought of the drawings in Dmitri's notebook.<\/p>\n
And for the first time, I understood that the cellar had not been the end of his secret.<\/p>\n
It had only been the beginning.<\/p>\n
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\nClick here to continue reading: PART 7: We Climbed Out of a Flooding Passage Into an Unfinished House, and I Recognized the Walls My Husband Had Drawn<\/a><\/strong><\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"