LUCILLE'S POV
I turned the door knob, and was welcomed by the familiar fragrance of my room. I walked in, staring at the interior of the room, it was just like before, there was no difference.
Although the room smelled nice, it still had a taint of antiseptic which meant they had just cleaned it.
I stared at my wardrobe, wondering if my clothes were still intact, or if they were still my sizes. I felt a knot twist in my stomach as I remembered how dis-arranged my room was before I fled, I could vividly remember how skeptical and lifeless I was, it was one hell of a dilemma back then.
I was still trying to process my Father's jail term, and then boom, I heard of his death. The whole pack was thrown into rage rather than mourning, they believed my Father didn't deserve to die so easil
