It had once been my sewing room, with a window facing north and a closet that still smelled of cedar.

Now it held a twin bed, a short bookshelf, and a white wicker hamper in the corner.

Chloe crawled under the floral quilt and hugged Bunny against her chest.

“Grandma, does the light stay on the whole night?”

“The whole night.”

“And you’ll be in the room next door?”

“Just on the other side of that wall.”

She worried the edge of the quilt between her thumb and forefinger.