Two doors opened to his left, two to his right, and behind him, the stairs. The doors to his left led to the bathroom and his parents’ bedroom, his mother’s room for the seven years since his father’s passing. He should go in there, look through the boxes of old photos and mementos, the crayon drawings and report cards. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.The first door on his right was his childhood bedroom, the one he’d shared with his little brother, Bobby. He took a step toward the open door.The room didn’t look the way he’d left it, exactly, but it was close. At least Bobby’s half. Death metal posters hung on the walls, bands in corpse paint glaring out at him, and Aaron’s old things no longer occupied a full half of the room, but were shoved into a corner.Still, it was amazing they were there at all after fifteen years. His mother didn’t seem to have touched the space. That wasn’t true. Even from the hallway, Aaron could see the room had been tended to. She’d dusted.
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