That was the safe zone.
Well, safe-ish.
The confessional was never meant for religious atonement in House Mylor but was built after one of their first ancestors mistakenly used it to confess all his sins to his family.
They were minor infractions, but to the five-year-old who only belatedly learned that all his secrets had been mistakenly heard after he entered the wrong side of the booth, it must have been tragic.
Obviously, that must have been a horrible time for the ancestor in question, but since then, the family has decided to pursue the concept.
As generations passed, it evolved into a place to air secrets so volatile that even the walls had to be reinforced.
It was a legacy room of ancestral secrets and bad ideas, and Ollie?
He's always had a whole wheelbarrow of both.
"Pop! I'm home now! Shouldn't that count for something?!" he shrieked as he slid across a rug and practically elbowed open the hidden panel that led to the reinforced booth.
