BREELYNN’S POV
It’s early afternoon, but we still have much more to do today. I am standing in the kitchen area of my apartment grabbing a few things I can’t live without when it hits me. Except for Janice, there is nothing here I can’t live without.
All my belongings are functional. My entire life has only been functional. Shoe is in my bedroom, tossing my clothes into large boxes while Mary raids my bathroom. I was supposed to come here, and…what? Pack up a beat-up teapot that I bought at a thrift store because I was poor and couldn’t afford eight dollars for a new one.
I throw the teapot across the room hard enough that it hits the wall on the other side and bounces off. The sound the metal makes as it crashes with the wall feels cleansing in an odd way. Craving more, I pick up the c
