A bedroom, which looks like it’s been hit by a tornado. Papers, clothes, and books are scattered everywhere, in piles up to mid-calf height. A woman stands in the middle of the room, trying to decide where to begin.
The stories we tell matter.
A bedroom, which looks like it’s been hit by a tornado. Papers, clothes, and books are scattered everywhere, in piles up to mid-calf height. A woman stands in the middle of the room, trying to decide where to begin.