Emily
The day has passed me by an agonizingly, slow pace. Nothing that I can do can ease the boredom that settles into my body and mind, forcing me to pick up random errands around the house. I have done everything from cleaning Logan and I's bedroom, cleaning the kitchen, re-organizing the bathroom, and I even cleaned up all of the extra rooms in his house.
There is one room, though, that I have never been in. Inside sits boxes from my mother's house’s fire. I knew that they were in there, but I kept my distance, not wanting to open up any old wounds that still feel fresh whenever I think about them.
Logan put the boxes inside of there because he knew that I would never go in. I know that he meant well, but simply staring at the door makes me want to cry because I know what is sitting
