Chapter 102 The House We Built
- Clara stood barefoot in the doorway of Maeve’s room.
- Sunlight poured through the curtains in slants across the floor. The drawings still lined the walls—less chaotic now. More stars. More people. A little sun in the corner with yellow streaks and the word "ours" scribbled underneath.
- Maeve slept curled on her side, one hand tucked beneath her cheek, the other loosely gripping her fox.