Annabelle’s breaths came fast and uneven as the noise in her head pulled back, and the present finally breathed through the messy weave of her past.

She blinked as her vision cleared, and the room came into focus around her again.

It was nothing like the suffocating and broken space her mind had dragged her into in the past few minutes.

It was warm and beautiful even.

It was like a fresh start and a sanctuary.

A sanctuary he had created for her without her asking.

Somehow, he had known to strip off the madness of her past.

Just by changing furniture and slapping fresh paint on her wall, he...