Nefretiri
The packhouse was empty. My family, Luke, his warriors, Andy, Danny, and Brandon, were the only people left. We had dinner in the kitchen. Ava made us pot roast. That might not sound like much, but there was enough for everyone to eat thirds. Then there was that delicious cake she made with sour cream frosting that tastes like heaven.
It was nice to have room to sit, but I can't deny something didn't feel right. It was too quiet now, and the house seemed sad, as crazy as this sounds.
No, more than that, lonely.
The building was too big for so few people to use it, and when you walked up the stairs by yourself, it felt eerie to look down the dark corridors and find no one there.
It felt different when people were staying. Everything felt brighter, and I couldn't place my finger on why.
