There are soft sweaters and jeans in my size, comfortable-looking dresses, workout clothes, pajamas, shoes lined neatly along the bottom, and the sight of it makes something tight and complicated bloom in my chest because no one has ever prepared space for me like this before.
“I didn’t know what you’d like.” Axel says quickly, like he’s worried I might be upset, “So we tried to keep it simple, and if you hate any of it, we can replace everything, no questions asked.”
“It’s… a lot.” I say honestly, my voice quiet, and Atticus nods like he understands exactly what I mean.
“You don’t owe us anything because of it.” He says, steady and calm. “This is your space too, and you get to decide what that means.”
That helps, more than they probably realize.
I sit down on the edge of the bed beca
