Danielle lay still, curled against Seth, watching the room slowly shift from deep gray to pale gold as the sun crept over the horizon. Light filtered in soft and slow, painting the walls in sleepy hues.
She hadn’t slept much, not really, but the heaviness in her chest had eased just enough for her to stay still. That was something.
Eventually, she slipped out from under the blankets, careful not to disturb Seth. The floor was cool beneath her bare feet as she padded quietly across the room. She paused at the door to the walk-in closet and pushed it open.
Her eyes widened.
The space was massive. Bigger than her entire bedroom back at the Reed's house. Wooden shelves lined the walls, each carefully organized, with neatly folded stacks of jeans, shirts, and sweaters on one side, and rows
