It felt weird to be here. In her family home where she had grown up. Oddly, nothing had changed. Despite her family throwing her to the curb, they had left photos of her on the walls and family portraits still included her. Her bedroom with all her horse riding ribbons, science fair ribbons and even her closet full of her clothes, was untouched. Nothing had been changed.
“It’s like a time capsule,” Dimitra said as she looked around the room with her nose wrinkled. “It’s like they simply closed the door and forgot to ever open it again. I mean my room at my parent’s house still looks like an eighteen-year-old lives there too, but they disowned you. I half expected to find this room trashed or turned into a dressing room for one of your sisters. This is weird.” She ran her fingers along the
