Annabelle woke to the weight of sunlight streaming through the tall, ornate windows of the room she now reluctantly called her own.

For a moment, she basked in the unusual sensation of being utterly relaxed.

Her body was wrapped in the luxurious softness of the bed and the lingering warmth that wasn’t entirely hers.

She blinked sleepily, her mind catching up with her surroundings.

Cathy’s quiet giggles brought her fully awake.

“I didn’t wake you,” Cathy declared, her brown eyes sparkling with innocent mischief as she knelt beside the bed with her elbows on it.

Annabelle’s nose caught the smell before her eyes went straight to the half-eaten cookie in...