Tracy's POV
I stood there crying, sad and mad and betrayed. One by one, I slowly ripped the pictures off my wall, and tossing them in the trash after shredding them to bits. After they were all off my wall, I moved to the closet. I ripped up all the photos, and anything that I had borrowed. Tears streamed down my face and onto the floor as I erased everything in my room- and my memory- that reminded me of her. Of my best friend. OF my sister. Of Evie.