I narrowed my eyes at Connells dull living room, taking in the dark woods and unlit-fireplace. It was like he was the grinch, living in a colorless pit of hell.

“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, crossing my arms as I looked at Connell. He was staring at the same space as I, but with a blank expression. It changed to confusion as he looked at me.

“What?” He asked back, looking over the space. Though it was a clear sunny day, the curtains he had hung up caused a dark shadow to dim the room. The only colorful item he had was a bright blue blanket that he...