Carried me out of his office and down the hallway to a closed door. "Turn the knob," he said quietly.
We entered a candlelit room that still smelled faintly of new paint. For a few seconds, I was disoriented, unable to comprehend how we'd stepped out of James's apartment and into my bedroom.
"I don't understand." A serious understatement, but my brain was still trying to get past the feeling of being teleported from one residence to another. "You…moved me in with you?"
"Not quite." He set me down but kept an arm around me. "I recreated your room based on the photo I took of you sleeping."
"Why?"
What the hell? Who did something like that? Was this all to keep me from witnessing his nightmares?
The thought shattered my heart further. I felt like James and I were drifting further away from each other by the moment.
