Casey was fascinated. The room was set up like a lounge room or entertainment room, a projector playing on the screen and photo frames with pictures of Misty everywhere. She inched closer to the screen seeing a little blonde girl playing and riding a bike, smiling widely as she rode it on the foot path, someone in the background laughing as they filmed it. It was old school but Casey liked that about it.
She looked so happy thought Casey sadly picking up some of the frames to examine it. She was so happy, stunning in all of the photos, her smile always there, fairly brimming with happiness. It was hard to imagine that girl going through everything she had. Casey wished she'd had a chance to meet her, to know her as a person and not just snippets from the group and the voice. She was cert
