Chapter Sixteen
There was a boy in her bedroom.
Brenda had moved into her parents’ bedroom after they'd retired. But she’d always felt it was too large for her. She’d purchased a new mattress, but often felt swallowed up by the queen-sized bed. She’d moved out most of their old furniture and felt like she was on an island at the center and needed to send out an SOS.
But she’d outgrown her old room. And she was now the sole owner of this big house. So, of course, she’d taken the biggest bedroom.
She’d brought her clothes and her dresser in there. She’d painted the room in a shade of blue that was supposed to be good for sleep. Looking around the room, she realized that that shade of blue was the exact color of Keaton’s eyes.
Keaton, her husband. Keaton, the man who had been sleeping in
