Adeline woke with the lingering warmth of a dream. In it, she was sitting on a swing while Gideon stood behind her, his large hands providing a gentle, steady push.
A soft smile touched her lips as she blinked against the morning light; it was the first time a dream had brought her actual peace rather than a sense of dread.
"Was that a glimpse of the future I'm starting to imagine?" she murmured to the quiet room. She sat up and stretched, the tension from the previous night having finally ebbed away.
After freshening up, she realized she had no change of clothes and was forced to pull her outfit from yesterday back on. She stepped into the hallway and knocked firmly on Micah's door. After a few moments, it swung open to reveal Micah, already dressed in his typical attire.
"Shall we go back now?" she asked hopefully.
"No. Gideon doesn't want to see you," Micah stated flatly.
