Iris
With a flourish, Arthur turns the handle and pushes the door open, flicking on the light.
“Ta-da!” he announces, stepping aside so we can see.
My breath catches as I take in the scene. The room that was once a simple guest bedroom has been completely transformed. Every inch of it screams ‘Miles.’
The walls are painted a soft blue with white clouds, and elaborate dinosaur decals are plastered across them. A bookshelf shaped like a shark holds a whole host of new books and toys. In the corner sits a small desk with colored pencils and drawing paper already laid out.
But the centerpiece is the bed—a bright red race car complete with wheels and headlights.
“Wow!” Miles shouts, rushing into the room and whirling around in circles to take it all in. “A race car bed!
