Zoey's POV
I set down the big duffel bag on the bed. As I empty the drawers, I toss the contents into the bag. Hurrying to the bathroom, I cleared the cabinets and dump all the toiletries into another section of the bag. Finally I place the clothes I bought yesterday inside a shopping bag and tied it before stacking it on top of the other clothes.
There, all set. I zip the duffel bag and placed the contract next to it before walking out and into the kitchen.
The place feels oddly quiet. I guess it has to do something with Kat not being here anymore.
She left for her flight a bit earlier in the morning. I did follow her to the airport where things got emotional. We both cried our eyes out.
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