postcards from my former self

The day came disguised as an ordinary one, betrayed only by the unseasonably cool weather for July. But the efficiency with which Alan moved through the house, plucking up pieces of himself and dropping them into a box wider than Christopher was tall, convinced Stephanie that he’d been planning this for some time now. Besides, you don’t just uproot your life overnight. You don’t flip the world on its head and send it careening without at least looking at a map. She also expected it when he popped his head into the room she shared with Kelsey and told them both to pack their backpacks and one box each.