Samantha POV
It doesn't take me long to pack up mine and Colton's things. We don't have much, but we always had what we needed. I walk into the small room that was my mother's. It contains a small bed and a nightstand. Her clothes are folded neatly in the corner of the room. I run my hand over the top of the pile feeling the familiar fabric. I didn't have the heart to wear them even after they lost her scent.
I place them in the bag, not willing to leave them behind. I walk over to her nightstand. I don't think I've ever looked inside it, even as a small pup. I slide the drawer open and tears fill my eyes. It's empty except for two envelopes. I was hoping to find something that was just hers. Something she had just for herself, but there's nothing.
I wipe away the tears that run down
