She took a studious look around her childhood room. The familiar pale
walls. The yellow blanket covering the slim bed. The little desk that
she had outgrown years ago but never replaced.
“Is this the
last one?”
Diana nodded to the man. “Yes, thank you.”
She
watched as he easily lifted the trunk and carried it away to the
cart. One last look, then, around the room. It seemed oddly alien to
her now that it was devoid of all her belongings. It was done. This
was no longer her home. She had a new home to call her own.
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