CHAPTER 37
Rose’s POV
The room was perfectly silent when I woke that afternoon, the only sound the faint hum of the central air. My eyes felt heavy as I rose from the bed, and it took me a few seconds to become accustomed to my surroundings. At first, it felt like I was still in Kenya. I could still see the hardwood floor, and the pleasant scent of cedar still haunted my senses.
I inhaled slowly, but the scent that hit my nose was nothing close to cedar at all. Instead, it was the familiar earthy, uplifting smell of sandalwood that was present in the air. The smell of home. Or what I had to call home for now.
Climbing out of bed, I reached for my phone on the medium-sized bedside table to check the time. It was way past noon, and it felt as if I'd been asleep for years. My joints ached
