Riley's P.O.V.

I wander into her room as she suggested me to sleep in her room and she will stay in Lisa's room. The bed is clean where the duvet is pulled over the mattress neat like it's been ironed, the things in the room is arranged in a away that you can remember the position of every thing inside at a single glance. I stroll over to the table by the window, the object which caught my eyes placed at the edge of the table, the frame.

I take the frame, the clear glass contains ...