“Thank you, Jane,” I replied, giving her a small, grateful smile. Her kindness was a welcome relief, something grounding to hold onto in this place that felt both like a sanctuary and a mystery.
Jane nodded, lingering a moment as if sensing my unease. She’d been a quiet but constant support since I arrived, ensuring I had everything I needed without prying. But today, with questions piling up in my mind, I couldn’t ignore the curiosity any longer. My eyes wandered around the room, taking in the high ceilings, the thick curtains, the intricate woodwork. Everything here felt so intentional, like I was in a place meant for someone far more important.
“Jane,” I started, a little hesitant, “this room… it feels special. Do you know who it belongs to?”
I watched as something flickered in Jane’
