Chapter 170 Little Animals, Big Feelings

• Nathan
• The morning sun spilled through the gaps in the curtains as I uncapped the first can of yellow paint, the aroma of fresh possibility filling the room.
• Olivia had showed me the nursery last night, a room filled with hope but untouched by human hands. It was one of the sunniest rooms in the villa—it used to be her aunt’s study, but had been left empty since her aunt passed away—and deserved a bright, cheerful interior.