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Bathroom. I paused at a small reading room, with wall to wall bookcases. The books were well-read, well-cared for, and the room was small and cozy, with two comfortable-looking tall-back chairs set facing a fireplace. At once, I wanted to spend more time here, curling up with a good book. For now, I closed the door and backed out of the room At the end of the hallway was a stairwell down. As I started to descend, I heard Prime Beta’s voice.

With minimalist designs and the same set of furniture, there was nothing suspicious and can be found useful as what Eleanor told them. “Feel free to roam around,” she said and sat on the velvet couch near the furnace. “My Mother loves to read but my Father hates it when she reads aloud. That is why he built a separate library for her down at the bunker.” “Is it okay if we send more people in here? The house is quite huge with a lot of openings. It will be hard for us to maneuver the place with just us two,” Max suggested which seemed to pique Eleanor’s interest. She stood up with a light smile on her face.

"Can we go to the bookshop?" They went. The shop occupied a converted house three streets over, with a resident dog named Duchess who greeted Noah by name and a whole shelf dedicated to field guides that Noah navigated with the confidence of a regular. He selected three books with careful deliberation — one on Pacific Northwest raptors, one a slim volume on migratory patterns he'd apparently been eyeing for weeks, and a third that surprised Adrian: a novel about a woman who builds something from nothing, its cover showing a small house under construction against a wide sky. "That one's for Mom," Noah said, setting it on the counter with the others. "She'll like it. Because she's Mom."

The big lamp right in the middle of the building made a bright impression on the room. And some of the earth's creatures are spending the afternoon in a building called the—LIBRARY. All the people reading, of course—no one in the room made a sound at all. Only a few people were seen just walking to and fro because most likely they had not found the book they were looking for. Or another possibility even though in a small estimate, those who are pacing around are being charmed. The types of students who are in the nerdy room. If you don't want to read, you're spreading charm.

Noah and I walked past the main section, where a few students were scattered around with their laptops and coffee cups, until we got to the back , a small nook near the window that barely anyone used, at least that's where he stopped. It felt hidden. The tall bookshelves around us blocked most of the view from the rest of the room, and sunlight slipped through the blinds in soft lines, falling across the table. “This spot’s perfect,” Noah said, setting the school laptop on the table. I sat next to him, the chair squeaking a little as I pulled it out. “It’s kind of cozy,” I said quietly. “Yeah,” he murmured, glancing at me before turning on the laptop. “Perfect for… projects and other things”

“Wait till you see it.” She grinned and motioned me into the large room, now painted light blue with brown carpeting and furnished with several large, comfortable sofas. Amy gestured around the room. “These shelves are full of books people donated. This cupboard is full of board games and cards. And the old TV is in the small recreation room with the latest gaming system for the kids to play video games.” “Your clients and their families will have plenty of fun things to do while they rebuild their lives,” I said.

I'm still not feeling up to taking alcohol yet. The foundation of our new home is wonderful, our Brooklyn loft, rebuilt from the ashes as a three-story townhouse. Open-plan studio on the ground floor for my art, living space above, nursery on the top with a skylight for nap-time stars. Ethan walks the perimeter, boots crunching on gravel, hand on my lower back. “Nursery’s north-facing,” he says. “Soft light. Soundproof walls.” I trace the blueprint taped to a temporary board. “Add a reading nook. For bedtime stories.”

One of the room was called the Reading Room, well the Rosie Reading Room if you were to believe the pups, but I'd designed it as a small library and creative play room for the hospital. A curved wall of inbuilt light stone shelves that had copies of every book my mates, the Triad and Luna's and myself enjoyed, some additional space for more when recommendations come in from patients or Pack. A small seating area to the back that curved around the large den of white and pale blue with blankets and pillows, finished with an area for painting, drawing and a mountain of toys a few of the Pack pups had donated when they found out some of the others would have to stay here a few days.

"I notice a small room nestled within the larger one, similar to the cleverly designed closet I saw at Julian's house. This tiny space is likely designed to serve as a cozy reading nook or a intimate retreat, and I can't help but feel drawn to its snug and inviting atmosphere. The attention to detail and creative use of space is impressive, and I find myself wondering what other surprises this room might hold." "I indulge in a brief moment of admiration for the room's charm, but soon reality sets in - I've been left to my own devices, and it's up to me to avoid drawing attention from the maids. I need to find a way to occupy myself quietly, lest I risk being discovered and subjected to who-k

I ran my hand along the woodwork beautifully crafted to match the rest of the apartment. "How?" The shelves were partially filled with the books that arrived from Palo Alto, as well as all the ones I'd already picked up from Columbia, with plenty of room for more. In the corner was a beautiful plush chaise lounge. The large modern light hanging above made it the perfect spot for reading. "I-I don't know what to say." Nox wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "Say you won't leave your school shit on the dining room table."