Nielle stood in the doorway of her old bedroom, where every last one of her possessions had been neatly packed, leaving the room bare. She ventured inside and ran her fingers over the now-empty white dresser. Opening a few random drawers, she checked for any forgotten items, but the efficient packers had left nothing behind. Peeking into the closet, only a few hangers remained on the rod, and a sigh escaped her as she marveled at how swiftly her entire life had been condensed into boxes.
As she walked to the window, she gazed at the familiar view of the yard and the forest beyond, a reminiscent smile playing on her lips. She remembered all the times she had dreamed about her future while looking out at this scene, planning her life around this small world she had grown up in. Leaving had
