24
ZAC
All of the lights were on when I reached the house.
As I eased inside the back door, every cabinet in the kitchen was open, revealing bare shelves while the table was loaded with stacks of cups, plates, bowls, cereal boxes, pasta packages, and well…everything that had been in the cabinets. Some items had been piled into cardboard boxes that littered the linoleum.
When Grace walked in, her face was red and puffy from a recent crying fest and she carried another large, empty box.
“Wha…?” I spread my arms in confusion and shook my head. “What’re you doing?”
She sent me an odd look, letting me know I should already be aware of what she was doing. “I’m packing.” After dropping the empty box onto the counter, she began to load it with pantry items. “I told you I couldn’t stay here o
