The room was in worse condition than Ember had expected. Dust caked the furnitures and cobwebs stretched from the bedposts to the ceiling, the heavy curtains hung tattered, barely covering the dust coated windows. The air was thick with the scent of abandonment clinging to every surface.
Caden swept his hand over the old dresser, raising it to show a layer of dust so thick it looked like soot. He wiped it on his pants and a muttered curse. “This is disgusting.”
Raphael was already by the bed, testing the bed frame with a tentative push. It groaned under his weight but held. “Not as bad as it could be. At least it’s still standing.”
Ember ignored both of them, stepping further into the room. It was her parent’s room once, a place she’d played in as a child, watching her mother brush her
