Beatrice POV
I woke up in my childhood nursery, sunlight streaming through the windows. For a moment, I was disoriented, then I remembered. The summer estate. My real home.
The stuffed rabbit was still clutched in my arms. I smiled, setting it carefully on the pillow before getting up.
Someone had brought fresh clothes and left them on the chair. Simple but beautiful, in soft blues and whites. I dressed quickly and followed the smell of breakfast downstairs.
Corin was already at the table, reading a medical journal. He looked up when I entered and smiled.
"Morning. Sleep well?"
"Actually, yes." I sat down beside him. "Better than I have in weeks."
"This place has that effect." He poured me tea. "There's something peaceful about it. Healing, even."
"Is that your professional opinion
