To her surprise, the familiar couch, she'd seen the morning after their wedding, was gone. Completely removed. In its place stood a small, elegant side table with a vase of fresh flowers, as if someone had intentionally filled the space.
Bri panicked. "Where's the couch?"
William, who had also noticed, muttered something under his breath, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Grandma."
"What?" Bri was alarmed.
"She probably told Martha to clear it out earlier today. I should have known she'd pull something like this."
Bri stared at the empty space again, realization sinking in.
"So… there isn't even a couch to sleep on?" she asked, confused.
"Nope," William said, stepping beside her. "She made sure of that."
Bri slowly turned to him "So, the bed is our only option? Unless we rearrange the room ourselves. But then, she will know."
"We don't have to. My bed is big enough," William said plainly. "We can just share it. You won't even notice I'm there."
