Kayla Causey

In Pieces

The apartment was a mess. Moving boxes littered the living room, some yet to be opened, some half emptied on the floor. Emmy sat in the middle of the room next to one open box and a dismembered Ikea desk. She flipped through the small black instructional booklet flanked by nuts, bolts, and screws. Sawyer sat on an unpacked suitcase, on her phone, on the other side of the room.