The moving day couldn't have come at a worse moment of my life. This should be a happy event, we should be laughing and celebrating that new chapter of our lives. But I couldn't bring myself to it. In my eyes, I was starting anew leaving behind Mate on his death row and a destroyed Pack. That's not exactly the facts I would like in my records.
I spent the entire afternoon, after my return from the prison, on packing the few things I had with me. Once again all of my belongings fitted into three boxes and when I looked at them, I felt how ridiculously sad my life had been to produce only as much. I was a girl without roots, without useless knick knacks that reminded me of the best moments of my life. It's almost as if I didn't have a personality at all. Even Claudia in her fake apartment
