Justin Battleson lightly clenched his right hand into a fist and put it to his lips, coughing gently, then nodded with a smile.
Seeing this, Charlotte Thompson understood and stepped forward. Grace Thompson's room was opposite the guest room where Jordan had already fallen asleep, presumably in the other guest room.
She pushed the door open and flipped on the light.
The warm white light filled the room. A grey comforter covered the bed in the middle of the room. The main color of the decor was grey, but was surprisingly adorned with a touch of bright white, adding some life to the room.
It didn't look so gloomy and claustrophobic.
There was only a simple chair and table in the room, and not much decoration, but it inexplicably matched Justin's aesthetic taste.
The air seemed slightly fresh, with a hint of grassy scent, clean and invigorating.