As I move to sit down, Gavin stops me. He glances out the window behind us. It seems as if he's looking for something in the shadows. But I can't see it before he goes over and shuts the shades.
“How about we talk in your room,” he suggests. “We don't need to be interrupted. If that's okay with you.”
“My room?” I ask. “How do I already have a room here? Are you sure I do?”
“Yes, of course you do,” he says. “I’m the one who designed it. I always knew you would come. So of course, I was going to be ready for you.
“Come on, follow me. I'll show you to it. I hope you like it.”
I follow Gavin through the house, wondering what my room might look like. It's still strange to me that I'd already have a room here. This whole experience is strange to me. I don't know what to think of it. It's al
