Maggie Fanning

Mallory & Rose

Friday morning I woke up to the tearing sound of packing tape being ripped from the roll. Will was finishing up packing the last of the kitchen items we had needed to get through the past couple of days. The sun was piercing through the blinds as I sat up in bed and stretched my back, still sore from carrying so many boxes down the four flights of stairs from our top floor apartment. Swinging my legs out of bed, I walked into our tiny, empty living room. The room actually seemed somewhat spacious now with only Will and a couple boxes on the floor.