Chapter 14Nicolaj waited until Westley had fallen asleep before heading out of the room, unaware of the tormenting dream that awaited. He ventured to the third floor, which was mostly attic space, bypassing totes marked “sweaters”—Westley’s winter wear—stopping before a plain wooden door with an ornate brass knob. Beyond it a flight of stairs took him up to the tower room, the highest point of living space in their restored Victorian. At first neither of them knew what to use the space for, kicking around a number of ideas, including one Nicolaj had been particularly fond of, just throwing big plush pillows on the floor and string lights around the windows.
In the end, Westley decided the room, with its array of windows, should belong to Nicolaj, thus providing him with the perfect place
