Wren's POV
A victorious laugh bubbled and spilled out of my mouth. Exhaustion forgotten, I raced towards the waterfall. There was a plastic shovel next to a large X drawn in the sand.
“Well, X marks the spot." I mumbled as I got to work, digging a hole with the shovel. Little by little, I shoveled sand away until my shovel struck something. I discarded my shovel and used my hands to brush the sand away from the object.
It was a picture frame, I blew air all over the surface to clear the dust and I rubbed my sleeves over it. My eyes widened in shock when I saw the people in the picture frame.
It was my parents, they looked younger than the last time I saw them but I'd recognize those faces anywhere. I hadn't realized that I had started to forget what they looked like until I saw them ag
