Chapter FiveA neatly sealed box sat on Autumn's kitchen table. The perfectly placed packing tape remained a hundred percent untouched and the label on its side read 'Finding Craig'. Every other box in the apartment had been neatly unpacked, their contents organized and put in a proper place. This was the last box remaining sealed, and it practically reached out and slapped Autumn's face every time she looked at it.
With arms folded across her chest and an antsy foot tapping the floor where old worn-out kitchen linoleum meets new living room carpet, she stood in a rounded archway of the conjoining rooms to stare at it. The contents of the box consumed every part of her wellbeing. She's refused to open it, until today, knowing that the simple act of peeling the tape would unleash everything
