Chapter 7. Countdown: Day Five

Summer’s POV

Countdown · Day Five

I woke to the sound of furniture being moved.

Felix was still asleep in my arms, his small body curled tightly, his brows slightly furrowed as if he couldn’t find peace even in his dreams.

I slipped out of bed carefully and walked to the door. When I opened it, I could hear Suzanna’s bright, cheerful voice floating up from downstairs:

“These curtains are way too old. Let’s swap them out for the ivory ones I brought—they’ll match the overall aesthetic better.”

“And this rug—Moore is allergic to wool. Let’s put it away.”

I slowly descended the stairs and found that the living room had been completely transformed.