Sierra's POV
Searching my old things, I found a duffle bag under the bed. It was the same one my mom had grabbed the night Mathew had found us. After throwing in a few pieces of clothing, I stood staring at the unzipped black bag on my old bed. I knew my parents and Aaron weren't really gone; they existed somewhere, but I felt so alone and empty without them with me. Blinking back fresh tears, I looked up at the ceiling, attempting to collect myself. We didn't have time for this; we didn't have time for thoughts or feelings of loss. Wiping my eyes on the back of my hand, I continued packing. Nothing in this room had been touched; each item was exactly where I remembered it, which seemed odd. It was almost like this room was staged as if it were just for show, but I wouldn't know why that
