**Chapter 13: A Place**
The soft light of the morning filtered through the curtains, casting a delicate glow across the room. Anny stirred in the warmth of the sheets, her body still heavy with sleep. Her mind, blurry from the remnants of a dream, slowly started to focus. She turned over, reaching instinctively for Oliver, but the space beside her was empty.
A flutter of unease curled in her chest as she sat up, her bare feet brushing against the cold floor. The quiet of the room felt unfamiliar, too still. She was about to call out for him when the door creaked open, and there he was—Oliver, standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands, a smile already playing at the corner of his lips.
"Good morning," he said, his voice warm and smooth, like melted honey. He stepped forward, placi
