She hadn’t stepped foot inside of it since the loss of her parents. Most of their furniture still decorated the first floor of the home, but Amelia had done a good job of finding homes for the rest of their belongings. The garage was jam packed with photo albums, memorabilia, and kitchen dishes, everything no one had wanted to deal with. But Emily had found a new reason to tackle the difficult task before her, and healing stood front and center. Two days after the break in of her apartment, Emily entered the leasing office of the complex and notified them she would be moving. Her lease was coming to an end, and for the first time in many years she wouldn’t be renewing it. She loved the home she’d made in her beachfront apartment, but she couldn’t bring herself to spend the night there again, knowing they still hadn’t caught whoever broke in, completing trashing her home. Tonight, she would work on emptying the apartment with Avery, Tom, and Becca. Paranoia had set in to her daily routine.
