ColtonI lean against the white doorframe as I peer into the room. Mikaela appears behind me, wrapped in a silk robe. My voice lowers as I try to temper the emotions I am feeling. I ask her, “Is this…?”
“Yeah,” She says as she places a hand on my bare shoulder, “This is where Maddie lived when she was with me.”
I brush off her hand and walk farther into the room. It’s not what I had expected it to look like. There’s a purple and green bedspread on a white metal bed. Framed flowers are on the walls, and the desk is covered in neon colored pens and pencils. There’s still unfinished homework waiting to be completed and a new book bag with tags on it ready to be taken to school.
This could have belonged to any other girl in the world, but not my Maddie. Her bedroom at home is full of hand-me
