Chapter 9

This wasn’t her room anymore. The soft pick coloured walls she had chosen herself were now painted over in a stark white, and the delicate pink furniture she had grown up with was gone. In its place was a cold, modern layout, minimalistic, clinical even. It looked like a hotel room, not a space filled with memories.

For a moment, she just stood there, her gaze scanning the room, trying to process what she was seeing. Her chest tightened, and her stomach churned. This room was ...