Liora’s POV
After we finished eating, Karl wandered back toward the hallway, and I watched him disappear into the room we had prepared for him earlier that week. This time, though, he did not simply glance around before coming back for pizza. He stayed there, moving slowly from one side of the room to the other as if he were trying to decide whether he really belonged in it.
I gave him a few minutes before following.
He was standing beside the small wardrobe when I reached the doorway, running his fingers over the clothes we had put inside. The books were still neatly arranged on the shelf, and the stuffed dog he had noticed earlier was sitting on the bed exactly where he had left it.
“You like it?” I asked.
Karl nodded, but he still looked thoughtful. “Did you really make all this fo
