Chapter 45 Her Voice An Echo

• Blake's POV
• To be honest, the day had broken more than three hours ago, but I was still buried beneath a tangle of blankets in the small room Grandpa had given to Vic and me. It was a modest space, but warm and lived-in, with creaky wooden floors and a curtain that fluttered lazily with the morning breeze.
• I hugged the bed tightly, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. The linen smelled faintly of pinewood and something vaguely of fresh milk. But it wasn’t just the bed that made me smile.