Chapter Forty-seven
Marly and I walked hand in hand toward her bedroom, and as always, the door was closed. I thought back to the time when I had been cat-sitting. It wouldn’t have been out of the question for me to take a peek, which of course I did, and maybe she assumed I nosed around her house as a matter of general curiosity, but we never talked about it. I felt a moment’s hesitation and Marly sensed it.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.
I nodded and smiled. I was ready.
She opened the door. Everything was exactly as I had remembered. On many occasions I had replayed the vision of this room in my head—unforgettable. It was getting dark and the deepening shadows in the room hid its true nature. I wasn’t sure what to do, nor could I admit to feeling slightly intimidat
