IRIS
"Iris…" I could hear the clear warning in Ronan's voice.
"Just look. Please, before you decide anything," I pleaded.
I pushed open the door and led him inside. Ronan stood in the doorway, his eyes moving slowly across the space. He looked at the wallpaper, the curtains, the bed and the flowers. His expression was unreadable but I saw his throat move as he swallowed.
"You did all this?" He asked his voice was tight.
"Phoebe helped."
"It looks..." He trailed off, stepping further into the room. He ran his hand along the new wallpaper, his fingers tracing the tiny silver flowers. "It looks like you."
"Is that a good thing?" I asked nervous.
"It's a very good thing." He turned to face me, and I saw the gratitude in his eyes. "I couldn't come in here before. Every time I tried, I
