Essence entered her old bedroom and was surprised to find it exactly as she’d left it. It was as neat, tidy, and clean as if she inhabited the room every day for the last seven years.
She walked around quietly picking up trinkets and items and shaking her head. Ticket stubs from a concert she attended with Aisha were tucked in a mirror. A stack of her papers she wrote while in college still sitting on her desk overlooking the back garden. Pulling open the walk-in closet she looked at all the clothes which were still hanging there, and her eyes were drawn to the garment bag. Her wedding dress, the one her mother picked out for her. A giant ballgown with too many crystals and copious amounts of tulle which in her opinion dwarfed her popped from the bag. Her mother insisted on the dress at t
