Olivia's POV
We stepped inside and I felt my eyes fill with tears.
A nursery. Already set up with a crib, changing table, rocking chair, and dresser. The walls were painted a soft sage green. The curtains were cream-colored with delicate embroidery. Stuffed animals sat on shelves. A mobile with stars and moons hung above the crib.
"How did he know?" I whispered.
"Your benefactor is very... attentive," Mrs. Hillary said diplomatically.
Kira squeezed my hand. "Rebel's room," she said. "Look, Liv. Rebel already has a room."
We explored the rest of the second floor - a bathroom, a linen closet stocked with more towels than we could ever use - and then up to the third floor, which had been converted into a massive open space. Part home gym, part entertainment area, with a projection screen for movies and a whole wall of windows overlooking the neighborhood.
"This can't be real," I said for the hundredth time.
