Half-packed boxes were scattered everywhere, some neatly sealed, others open with clothes spilling out of them. Melody sat on the bed, cross-legged, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. A pile of folded jeans rested beside her. She had been trying to focus, but her mind kept drifting.They were moving next week, and she was checking some home decor and DIY decorations online. She's seen so many nice things and now she could barely make a choice.It felt strange. This house had held too many memories, good ones, painful ones, confusing ones. She hasn't been here for long, but this house saw her grow from the woman she was when she came to New York, to the woman she is now.Tara appeared at the doorway. She was holding something carefully with both hands. It was a china plate. She didn’t step in, she just stood by the door.“Hey,” she said softly. “Do you remember this plate?” She raised it up for Melody to have a better look.Melody glanced up lazily, then her eyes widened. “Is
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