Chapter 3

I began to pack my things.

It was just a small suitcase, nothing fancy.

I tossed in a few changes of clothes, an advanced biology textbook, and a photo of all of us together.

That photo was taken when I was five, back when Mom and Dad were still alive.

Ethan had that classic serious look, Michael was grinning like a goof, and I was sitting in Mom's lap, grinning from ear to ear.

I tucked the photo into my textbook and zipped up the suitcase.

As I walked past the living room, Ethan was pouring hot milk for Josie.