The box had been sitting in the middle of the living room for three days, like a dare neither of them wanted to accept anymore. “It’s just a bookshelf,” Lila said, arms folded, though the line of her body suggested more restlessness than confidence as she stared at the diagram. “It’s not just a bookshelf,” Maren said from the floor, brushing blonde hair back from her face, only for it to fall loose again. “It’s… a mistake.” The diagram, thin black lines and no words, suggeste