Friday arrived with two men I didn't recognize carrying my bed frame down the hallway.I stood frozen in the doorway of what used to be my room, watching strangers wrap their arms around my mattress like it was furniture nobody had ever slept in, ever cried into, ever needed. My nightstand went next, drawers hanging open, my things sliding loose onto the floor in front of anyone who happened to be walking past — a hairbrush, a folder of assignments, the small framed photo of Ephraim from before he got sick, all of it scattering across the hallway tile like it meant nothing to anyone but me. One of the movers stepped over the photo without looking down, his boot missing the frame by inches, and I had to swallow hard against the urge to scream at a stranger for something that wasn't even his fault.A neighbor two doors down stood in her own doorway watching, not even pretending not to stare."I'm sorry," the landlord said, and to his credit, he actually looked like he meant it. "I gave
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