June’s POV
“My father was set to move in to town when Josiah and I were gonna live here. He was having a hard time managing everything before he died, so he had an arrangement with Paul to rent a room above the store. I have my small bed left though, hold on.” June scurried over to the bed, lifting the sheets and tugging on something under it.
Soon, she had a small metal bed pulled out, the wired underside last. “I have the mattress up in the loft if you’d help.” She indicated a ladder next to the couch, going up in a hole in the ceiling. I nodded my head, kicking off my boots before walking across the house. I had noticed how clean it all was and didn’t want to track dirt and clumps of mud over the floor.
When I crawled up the small ladder, my shoulders barely fit through the opening,
