The house felt too stuffy and suffocating as I moved from one corner to the next, packing my things into boxes. Again. It was like a habit, a cycle I couldn’t break.
There was no reason for me to be moving again, but here I was— closing up yet another chapter of my life, and preparing for the next, unsure of where exactly I was headed, but certain I needed to leave.
The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the clock.
It must be Janet.
I straightened up and quickly peeked at the piles of boxes around me. Maybe it wasn’t the most welcoming scene, but it was the reality of my life these days. The doorbell rang again, this time followed by a quick knock. I sighed and went to open it.
Janet stood there, her expression unreadable. Today, there seemed to be a tension i
