Danielle dropped onto the bed with a graceless thump, arms flung wide like she was surrendering to the weight of the day. The ceiling beams above her stretched across the room like ribs — a skeletal structure holding the cabin together, old wood and quiet shadows.
She stared at them for a while, unmoving.
This was supposed to be temporary. A few days. A stopgap in the chaos.
And now… now she’d said she’d move in.
The bed shifted behind her, and she felt Seth’s familiar weight ease down beside her. He didn’t say anything at first, just curled into her side like a magnet finding the right pull. Warm. Steady. His arm draped loosely across her waist.
Danielle didn’t look at him.
“Did I really just tell you I’d move in?” she asked the ceiling.
“Yup,” Seth said, voice low and amused.
“Hu
