6
SAVANNAH
PRESENT
A cloud of dust erupted out of a box. I fell over backward to escape it as I coughed violently.
My eyes burned as I straightened to a sitting position and stared at the pile of dusty boxes my mother had recommended I go through while I was here. I’d agreed because I hadn’t thought that I’d really left anything here after high school and college. Apparently, I’d been wrong. There were several large boxes full of my stuff. Too much to get through before I met Amelia for lunch.
I peered into the first box and found it full of old clothes. I removed my favorite pair of low-rise jeans with dismay. God, I hoped these never came back in style.
Well, most of this would have to be donated. It was a decade out of style. And even if I could get my ass into those jeans again,
