65 Bronson

She looks different, different than before. Her eyes are still the same blue as mine, as mom’s. Her hair is longer and a shade brighter than the last time I had seen it.

Clara walks in closer, placing her bag down on the entry table located beside the door. Rand nods his head at me from behind her, and when I give him the same gesture back, he leaves.

This isn’t exactly what I thought would happen from the mysterious box I opened not a few hours ago. When I saw all my old items form my childhood, a childhood I thought I burned away, it took me by surprise. I left all of my things with Clara, the one person I thought could never be angry with my decision to take over for my grandfather.

Instead, she was angry, and to top everything off, she sided with my family to disown me.

I had no one, I was truly alone, and she didn’t care.

“You look different.” She states.