A Room of Her Own

Chapter One

December 3, 1926. As midnight approached, the cold wind of Surrey whistled through the forest paths, carrying a fine mist of rain. The air felt almost frozen with tension.

Agatha Christie stood before her car door, clutching an old leather suitcase, her husband Archie's final words still echoing in her ears: "We've reached the end." She hadn't cried or even shown shock; she'd remained silent, like a prisoner finally hearing their sentence pronounced.

She gently placed the suitcase in th...