“She’s killing me.” Ana blinked. She must have misheard. “What?” “She’s killing me.” “Your … baby?” The woman didn’t answer for a long time. She just kept staring down that long, winding staircase. Ana followed her gaze. This was Ana’s first real look at the stairs. She’d known they were here, but she’d avoided ever coming over and looking. No doubt there was also a smaller, enclosed set of fire stairs somewhere, but someone designed these to be seen.
