The door opened into a space that was entirely hers and Liam stood just inside it and let the place arrive.
It was not large but it had been thought about, which made it feel larger than its dimensions suggested.
Her living room sat immediately inside the entrance, a dark green couch against the left wall, the kind of green that was specific rather than generic, chosen by someone who had stood in front of options and made a real decision.
Two cushions on it that matched without being a set.
A low table in front of it carrying a small plant on one end that had been alive long enough to look entirely settled in its pot, which said something about the person who had been keeping it alive.
The walls were a warm off-white and she had things on them.
A print above the couch, abstract enough to carry multiple readings but specific enough to tell you something about the person who had hung it there.
