Almost every day throughout the entire summer, Abigail Hemsworth visited the Miller Family.
Travis Miller's room had become almost like hers.
Everywhere were traces of her, her pillow on the bed, the plush doll she habitually hugged while sleeping, clothes in the wardrobe for changing, and even her everyday shampoo and shower gel in the bathroom. On the desk was a bouquet of flowers she changed daily, along with other ornaments, and next to them were the books she studied, closely nestled against the books he usually read.
Though unnoticed usually, every time she left, and he was alone in the room, gazing around, her belongings were everywhere.
Even when he finally had the peace to read for a while, the sound of collision from the ornaments on the desk every few seconds made it hard for him to settle his heart quickly.
Even when she had left, tranquility was elusive.
