Catherine stepped out of the room to head toward the guestroom where she used to stay. She’d planned to clean it up in case Travis moved her back there now that Aunt Grace was gone.
Truthfully, the thought of being kicked out of his room hurt. She wanted to stay right where she was—beside him. She loved that he was the last person she saw before closing her eyes and the first thing she saw when she woke up. More than that, she loved the feeling of being in his arms and the warmth of his body. But if he decided it was time for her to go, there wasn't much she could do about it. She’d just have to deal.
She took a deep breath and kept walking. When she reached her old door, she reached for the knob and frowned. It was locked.
Why is it locked? Did Aunt Grace lock it on her way out?
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