Author’s POV.
Sarah stood in the room, looking at the woman with a narrowing of her eyes.
She crossed her arms and took in the room they were standing in.
Lillian’s room was huge, and the ceiling soared high above her, several times as tall as anyone in our family.
A massive chandelier that shone warm gold light all around when Lillian flicked it on hung from the ceiling.
The walls were painted a soft yellowish white and were covered with big fancy moulding at the top, bottom, and all around the edges of the ceiling. It looked like some old-worldy thing made by artists who didn’t have anything better to do with their time than make pretty rooms for people they didn’t even know would come along hundreds of years later.
In one corner of her wide bed, was a table which had different
