Just like when she was alive, I moved all her dolls and toys into this room. In the middle of them, nestled together, was a crystal box that held her ashes. It made me feel like she was still alive, like I could still be with her every day.
But now the room was empty. All of her dolls and toys were gone, replaced by a black-and-gray punk style. And the crystal box with her ashes, nowhere to be seen.
I rushed forward like a madman, grabbing Sherry and screaming at her. My body trembled uncontrollably with anger and fear.
I screamed at her, "Who touched that room? Where are her dolls? Where's the crystal box that was on the bed? Where did you put it?"
