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5 Her whole life, Gracie had been drawn to small spaces. Back at Rocky Peak Lodge, she’d claimed an old hunter’s cabin as her own. Sometimes she’d spent entire weekends there, making tea and sketching. Even her regular bedroom at the lodge was on the small side, since it was nestled under the eaves in the oldest original wing. Was it because of the bassinet in which she’d gone through so much? She had no idea, but the Buttercup fit right in with her love for nest-like spaces. One half of the cabin was filled with a custom bed that had been cut to fit the space exactly. A mahogany headboard and side runners shielded it on all sides, and a filmy mosquito net draped over it like a princess canopy. A navy-blue comforter was tucked in on all sides, almost in a military manner. Built-in book