Chapter 15
“Oh s**t! Home sweet muthafuckin’ home!” Jackson yelled as she pulled up to her complex eleven hours and thirty minutes later while planting her eyes on her home that she almost gave up for her little bullshit excursion.
After almost nine years, her key never felt so good going into that keyhole as it did on this rainy day. Walking in was like going back into a three-month time capsule. As Jackson looked around, visions of three months ago swirled in her head.
Over twenty boxes were stacked and sealed shut, awaiting the back of a U-Haul truck that would never arrive. Empty boxes still in the manufacture straps leaned against walls throughout the home which was supposed to be packed on her August visit to finish her move to Syracuse which as well… never came.
The house, altho
