“Just looking up at the stars. Bold design choice, but I think it works.” Devon lets out a little breath of laughter and steps into the room, coming to sit on the floor beside the couch. “Thanks, but I can’t take the credit. This was here when I moved in. The couple I bought the place from had a little girl who died from brain cancer not long before they sold the place,” he says solemnly. “I just didn’t have the heart to take them down.”
