Bathed in pink with a beach theme, the room painted a pretty picture. So carefree. So full of life. It was easy to forget one’s sorrows in that room and be transported to a different time. In some ways, this was Emma’s happy place.
And yet, her room was a place of horrors. Horrors at night that she didn’t dare speak about.
When her father wandered into her room long after everyone was asleep. With threats and kind words. It was then that she mentally went to this room: The beach-café.
Where no one could hurt her childhood ever again.
Until next time,