Bella's pov
I opened my eyes — finally a good night of sleep. No idea if it was out of exhaustion or just because of the fact that after such chaotic days I could finally breathe like a normal person.
My eyes roamed around. I was in that same blurry and shapeless room, but it no longer felt foreign, out of place.
I reached out blindly, fumbling for my glasses on the nightstand. Once I slipped them on, the world cleared. And the first thing I saw?
The painting by the window. The Feeling of Home. That’s what I named it. We finished it yesterday. A mix of soft colors and open shapes, the kind of thing that wraps you in warmth — like a hug, or fingers gently brushing against yours. It was everything I wanted this house to feel like. Everything I wanted to give to everyone that will have a
