Chapter 239 Retreat

• Grace
• I woke up in a bed, and it wasn't any bed that I recognized. The scent of the room was different. It was like being wrapped in the warm, woody embrace of a forest. I smelled pine and fresh, cold earth. I groggily sat up, cocooned in a soft, heavy blanket that seemed to weigh me down in the most comforting way. The texture was different from my usual bedding, and a sense of disorientation washed over me.
• As I blinked the sleep from my eyes and gathered my senses, I noticed the low, muffled crackling of a fire nearby. I glanced around and realized I was in a rather lavish cabin, a stark contrast to the modern architecture of my home. The cabin felt like a cozy retreat in the midst of a winter wonderland. A full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room offered a breathtaking view of a frozen lake, its surface a glistening sheet of ice, and beyond it, a dense, snow-covered forest. There was a chaise lounge outside by a fire pit that illuminated the night.h