“Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the place,” he said, breaking me from my thoughts.
I realized I was still standing in the entryway, so I slowly stepped forward. He led me down the hallway and showed me around: his bedroom at the far end, a bathroom beside it, an office on the opposite side, and a spare bedroom next to that.
He flicked on the light in the spare bedroom and gestured for me to go inside, telling me this would be my room—at least until I felt more settled here.
“I get this whole room to myself?” I asked, astonished, stepping inside and taking in the space. There was a real bed with a soft-looking mattress, big windows covered by curtains, and even a wardrobe—though I had no clothes to fill it.
“Yeah, it’s yours. Do you like it?” he asked, and I turned around to look at
