The door slid fully open with a soft metallic sigh, releasing a breath of cold, sterile air. It washed over my skin like the exhale of a ghost. The silver lights above the threshold pulsed steadily with my heartbeat, as if the entire room were syncing itself to me before I even stepped inside.
Jack held my arm firmly. Beau’s hand pressed to the center of my back. Neither of them let me move alone.
The moment my foot crossed the threshold, the room awakened.
Soft lights bloomed along the ceiling. Warm, indirect glow flooded the space, illuminating every detail with gentle precision.
And I froze.
Because the room was not new.
It was not foreign.
It was impossible.
It was my nursery.
Not the room I remembered.
The one from the holograms.
The one I had never lived in but had been cr
