Chapter Thirty-Two
Emma
For the past couple of hours, Preston and I worked on Cameron’s room, packing up her belongings. We were going to need more boxes than we had. “What are you going to do with all of her stuff?” I asked.
He carefully packed away the last of Cameron’s trophies. “Put most of it in storage. Her clothes I can donate. Not unless you want to keep some of them?”
I remembered the Green Day shirt and how it was special to both him and Cameron. “I’d like to keep her favorites, if you don’t mind. You wouldn’t want to get rid of those.”
He glanced at me over his shoulder, his gaze full of sadness. “You’re right.”
An hour later, her room was almost packed up, as far as clothes went, but I still had one of her dressers to go through. Other than that, all she had was furniture
