KATRINA'S P O V
After putting on the shirt that Travis had provided me, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself, acutely aware of the fact that Travis' shirt did not fit me well. I tucked the hem into my pants, and I smiled in satisfaction.
I neatly folded my dirty shirt, and held it on my chest as I stepped out of the bathroom, entering Joe’s bedroom. I placed my shirt on top of the table, where I remembered putting the box of pizza the last time I went here.
A wider smile spread across my face as I thought back about how we played in the kitchen earlier while waiting for the cake crumb to bake. Joe and I decorated the cake, and Travis ended up mopping the floor.
I walked out of Joe’s bedroom, and closed the door with a soft thud. I made my way down the corridor,
