Sofias POV
Lucas has been helping me unpack my things from home. Most of my clothes are in the laundry room, waiting to get washed. As for my books, we need to buy a bookshelf! Jacob seems to have non. I can't fathom that I haven't noticed it until now. How can someone not have a bookshelf?
Lucas didn't answer when I threw it out aloud to him. I then remembered him living in a tent before this and mentally slapped myself for my insensitivity.
My books need to stay in a box for now.
I put my mother's jewelry box on my dressing table and looked through it, showing some of the pieces to Lucas. When I put on a pair of earrings made by the shafts of old silver spoons, Lucas points out that I won't be able to use those later.
"Why?" I wounder holding them in my hands, studying the floral
