Sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a golden beam across the ivory walls and picking out the delicate, airbrushed pastel-gold floral mural.
Avery blinked against the warm light, trying to place where she was. She noticed distinctively the absence of the sharp tang of disinfectant she'd come to live with, replaced instead by something that definitely didn't belong on her bed. Was that vanilla and talcum powder clinging to the sheets?
She rolled onto her back.
Ah yes, she was in Logan’s new home on Shoreline Drive, so newly renovated and furnished it still had that crisp, synthetic new-house smell that made her stomach churn, causing her to do a fair bit of throwing up when she arrived last night. She sat up, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, and inhaled slow
