*Caterina*

I woke up the next Monday, and it still felt strange to be home. My things were still packed up in the suitcase and matching travel bag, pretty much just clothes and necessities that I had taken to the university with me.

I’d never been the kind of person to hold onto things or give them meaning. Even my old bedroom, which hadn’t changed from the day I left, was pretty empty. There were only a few items that I had kept.

I showered and got ...