#Chapter 23 - My Identity

Celia As soon as I close the car door, Lily speeds away, dust kicking up from the road. I cough and wave away the plumes and clouds of dust, keeping the dress Ethan bought for me hung over my arm in the fancy protective black bag it came in. Coughs fly from my mouth. I turn to my house’s door and walk through it, kicking it closed behind me. I switch the lights on and look around the dirty house, sighing to myself. It’s a mess. Perhaps it’s a direct reflection of my current mental state with everything that has been going on so far. I walk towards my bedroom, passing my mother’s office. I glance inside the door, my feet hesitating while I pass, and tear my gaze away, entering my bedroom. I place the black dress bag onto the bed. My teeth gnaw at the inside of my cheek, my brain and wolf itching for me to go back to the office. I slowly exit the room, poking my head out to look down the hall. The office’s door remains cracked open, frozen in time even after I passed by. I do