"Lunch is in the refrigerator."
"Lisa." He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him. His expression softened when he saw she had been crying. He wiped her cheek with a thumb.
She brushed his hand away and went to her door.
"Aren't you going to eat lunch?"
"I'm not hungry," she said honestly, and walked into her room, shutting the door behind her. She didn't need his pity. She dragged the two suitcases from under her bed and began filling them with clothes from the closet. She used the same suit cases when she came and she had the same clothes, but it didn't look like there was enough room to put it all in. Maybe one of those brown sacks in the laundry room would work, and she could put the pictures in with it.
She snapped the full suitcase shut and opened her door. Checking to see if anyone was around, she exited her room.