Ch 26
Hers
Spring '12
He doesn't say anything as I cry over the pictures of my parents.
I run my finger across my mother's smiling face and then my father's.
I don't care that there is snot pouring down my face in front of the hot stranger or the fact that my sobs can probably be heard out on the floor.
When Angela pops in to make sure everything is alright, I wave her away.
He gives me time to calm down and has the decency to not look disgusted with me.
"These pictures were taken three weeks before I lost my camera," I whisper.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Bella."
I shake my head.
"I was just caught off guard," I sniffle. "My mom died the day I dropped my camera in the springs. I forgot about taking these until I just saw them. You don't know what you just gave me."
