This house was no longer just a bachelor pad where I crashed when I was home. She’d changed everything about it. It smelled good. There were colorful pillows on the couch and curtains on the windows. It was a home now. The transformation reminded me a little of myself. I was no longer a shell of a man. I was different in a way, too, as if she’d put colorful pillows and curtains on my soul. Savannah Woodson had a gift for bringing everyone around her to life.
