For the very last time, Jane Dupont looked out her bedroom window. With a sad look upon her face, she put the last of her things into her canvas messenger bag, closed it, and placed the strap over her shoulder.
“This is it,” Jane whispered to herself. She walked toward the window and closed the curtain. As she turned around to walk out the door, her bag knocked down a photo of a woman that looked remarkably like herself. She started to open her bag and put the photo inside but stopped herself when she realized it was too risky.
Jane sighed, “Sorry Madeline; I can’t bring you with me.” She put the photo back from where it fell and then left the room. Past the hallway was a small living room and kitchen. Her apartment looked slightly messy and lived in, but she didn’t bother cleaning up. As she started to leave her apartment and walk toward her car, she was greeted by her 52-year-old neighbor, Jessica Marly.
“Good morning,” said her neighbor.
“Good morning, Mrs. Marly. I thought you were supposed to be out of town this weekend for your daughter’s birthday,” questioned Jane.
“She cancelled last minute; decided she wanted to go on a trip with her new boyfriend instead.”
“Oh, well I hope you see your daughter soon, but I have to go to the grocery store. Goodbye, see you later.”
“Goodbye Jane.”
Jane got into her car an let out a big sigh. She felt bad about lying to her neighbor, but she had no choice. She didn’t want anyone knowing she was leaving America to go to Italy. She had to clean up her sister’s mess without letting a single person find out. Driving out of her apartment complex was the hard for Jane. She didn’t want to leave her home. She never thought her own sister, Madeline Dupont, could get into so much trouble. Jane remembered back to sixteen years ago when her and her sister were only 7 years old. Back when her and her sister were separated.
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