Chapter 62

**Ariana's POV**

Jason is right what if mom got too sick to really talk to me before she thought I was old enough to handle it?

Running into our room, I yanked the trunk of my mom's things out of the closet.

Opening it, a strong scent hit my nose and it smells like home. My mom's favorite shawl sits on top taking it out, I wrap it around me. Rifling through her things makes my throat thicken with tears, and I don't even know what I am trying to find.

It's full of keepsakes things that mattered meant something important to her. A photo album, chronicling our life together birthdays, holidays all my awful school pictures I will never understand why every time that school photographer said smile the most grotesque grimace would appear on my face.

Worst pictures ever and she saved every one. True what they say a face only a mother could love. Nothing spoke to me reached out to me. I kept going through it. At the very bottom, a small box rested.

It was leather and my mother's name embos