My heart thumped painfully in my chest as we entered the back of her shop. This…I was actually going to do this.
My walking stick made a muffled thump on the staircarpet on the way up her bedroom.
It was a good-sized room facing the lane that ran along the rear of the shop. Most of the space was taken up by a large bed, but there was a dressing table against one wall, with a mirror on top. Next to it was a wardrobe. Gauzy lace curtains hung from the window, which was open and let in the soft, autumn night air.
The moon hung above the trees now, its faint light casting shadows into the room.