Allegra smiled to herself as she finished folding up the last of her clothes and placing them carefully in a small suitcase, among with some other bare necessities. She wasn't about to pack up everything; the whole point of moving out of the house was to start over on her own, on a clean slate. To be independent. She lowered the top of the suitcase and zipped it up, picking it up from the handle and making her way downstairs, to the door. Nobody was home, but she'd bid everyone goodbye from before. And it's not like she'd never see them again. There would be visits.<br/><br/>As she stepped outside, Allegra checked her phone. She was early; the cab wouldn't be here to pick her up for another 15 minutes. She sighed and sat down on the steps leading to the porch, to wait, with her suitcase on the step beside her, her elbows on her knees, and her chin in her hands.