Morgan's PoV
I stood motionless, watching Melanie navigate the cluttered space with a determination that contrasted sharply against my own reticence. She moved with a purpose, her golden-brown hair catching the soft glow of the firelight as she hunted for something to brighten the room.
"Found them!" Her voice echoes from the depths of the storeroom, a note of triumph threading through the chill air.
I crossed my arms, leaning back against the wall as I laughed softly to myself. She was really determined to banish the shadows that surrounded me.
She emerges, her arms laden with a box brimming with festive trinkets- glittering baubles, strands of tinsel, and coils of lights. As she sets it down with care and begins stringing lights everywhere she can reach, I find myself enthr
