Catrina’s POV
After I got back home, I went upstairs to my room and closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed and opened the box to start looking through it. I took the paperwork out and put it on my desk, then went back to the box and found some photos. I flipped through them, noticing it was pictures of me with my parents. As I flipped through, I started to cry with both tears of sadness and happiness. I remembered the day that some of these photos were taken and didn’t know others. We looked so happy. The last photo was of me on my 12th birthday, which was also the last time we were happy and together. A few days after the photo was taken, we got in a car crash. I survived while they passed away. I put the photos back in the folder they were in and wiped my eyes. I reached in an
