Chapter 15
Despite the central heat worming its way through my tired bones and muscles, a shiver sneaked up my spine, snatching my comfort away.
Thoughts of the whirlwind trip swirled in my mind. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, staring at the night sky full of stars, I mulled all the questions my journey had thrown my way. So many of them, and no answers. Being back home, in my city, did not give me the comfort I thought it would.
Throwing my head back, I massaged my nape, slowly working out the kinks. Next to me sat a couple of large boxes, with papers and assorted objects—some inside it, others on the quilt—scattered all around. Little glimpses into my family history were condensed into these hand-me-downs that, if I’d had a choice, would still be sitting peacefully in my parents’ vau
