#Chapter32

Visit

I traced my fingers over the frames as I looked at the numerous pictures hanging on the walls. I noticed that all of the pictures were older, the most recent ones being no less than four or five years old. It seemed strange that there were no recent one's of Nate or his mom. The thought made me incredibly sad. It was like they hadn't moved past what had happened all those years ago with his father.

One of the pictures caught my eye and an involuntary smile tugged at my lips as I eyed the happy family smiling at the camera. The picture was taken on some...