Danielle carefully took the posters off the walls, rolling them up and setting them on the bed. She glanced at the paint cans, rollers, brushes, drop cloths, and blue rolls of tape near the door.
Mr. Reed had gone to the hardware store with them and mostly talked Christina out of taking over. Danielle had been able to pick out a nice grey-green, something calm, but Christina had still talked her into an accent wall and trim colors that were a bright golden yellow. Something about needing a little hope in the space.
The golden glow of sunset filtered onto the wood floor through the undressed window. The new furniture and decor sat out in the garage, waiting for fresh walls. The old furniture had been moved out there too, except for the bed which had been pulled into the middle of the roo
