(Cole)
Lena had been in my study for two hours and the room already felt different.
Not because anything had changed physically. The shelves were still where they were. The desk was still in the wrong position. The sitting room was still waiting to become something. None of that had moved yet.
But she had walked through every inch of it with that particular focus she brought to everything and somehow that was enough to make the space feel claimed in a way it hadn't before she arrived.
I watched her from near the doorway while she made notes.
She didn't look up.
"The shelving on this side comes down entirely," she said.
"All of it?"
"All of it," she confirmed. "You're using it to store things you don't need in here. That's what the rest of the house is for."
"Those are files."
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