Chapter 201

Given a thousand guesses, I'd never have nailed what lay before me. My childhood bedroom hadn't been particularly fanciful, but had I run with the Disney princess crowd, I would have garroted someone with a skipping rope for this room. It was a space designed to play and dream in, painted all-pink with a bed featuring a massive ruffled canopy top. A girl could hide away with the giant smiling teddy bear sitting on the rocking chair or spend hours reading the dog-eared books like Alice in Wonderland and The Chronicles of Narnia with their worn spines that were stacked neatly on white shelves.

For the older lass harboring fantasies of being locked away and rescued, this room served that purpose, too, complete with its own prisoner princess. The beautiful woman in her early twenties with a spill of dark hair sat blank-faced and cross-legged in the middle of the canopy bed.