Destroyed
Taking a long breath, Izzy stepped inside her sister’s living room. Taking in every detail of her Sister’s home she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She smiled, touching a picture of herself with her sister, the last picture that was taken before Lexi left. Running her hands through other pictures, most of which were paintings either bought or made by Lexi herself, she asked, “Do you remember your fifteenth birthday, Lexi?”