Mia's POV

I drifted back to consciousness slowly, like swimming up from deep water. The first thing I registered was the softness beneath me and a scent I knew intimatelycedarwood and mint. My eyes flew open as my heart skipped painfully.

This is my old room. Our room. How did I get here?

Confusion flooded through me as I took in the familiar surroundingsthe pale blue walls, my favorite quilt folded at the foot of the bed, my dog-eared books still lined up on the ...