Chapter Fifteen: Him Again

Minah filled her chest with air by the time she finally set foot into Leigh's room. Her chest felt tight as she looked around the huge, plain room painted in white.

There was a fifty-inch flat-screen TV that was affixed to the wall. Sitting on the side table was a lampshade and an intercom next to it. Her eyes then went to the middle part of the room where a full-sized bed covered with a purple duvet was placed. Noticing the two small-sized paintings of Yorkshire Terriers hanging on the wall, her eyes shifted to the top of the headboard.

One painting showed an adorable dog laying down on the lawn. Another painting showed another dog facing the camera, confidently showing off its look.

Just a few steps away from the door was the built-in cabinet. Minah edged closer to it and pulled it open, revealing Leigh's old clothes and stuff. She felt a pang in her chest as she slowly shuffled every clothes that were neatly hung.

Leigh loved jeans and T-shirts, she learned. She could only see