Without stopping, Minseo led them to the largest room at the far end. It opened up into an expansive space, centered by an enormous bed. Calling it king-sized felt like an understatement. The bed was vast, large enough for four or five people to sleep on it comfortably. It was as if the bed had been waiting for them—waiting to cradle their grief, their exhaustion, their silent heartbreak.
Joon Su moved quietly to the window, his fingers curling around the wooden frame. The glass was absent, and instead made of co.complete wood, when he slid the window open, fresh air rushed in, filling the room with the scent of damp earth and distant flowers. The breeze carried a softness that felt almost like a balm, but it did little to soothe the ache in their chests.
