Olivia POV
When we make it back to the house, I take Della upstairs to show her my old room. It still has a pretty pink comforter and girly accents. I'm not sure why I never changed it, but after I took my dad's old room I didn't see the need. I still have my dad's stuff in the attic. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of anything that belonged to him. I guess it doesn't make sense to bring his clothes to our new house. I told Connor we would look at the house near the pack house.
I have no desire to live in the pack house. I want our own space. I'll have to donate his clothes. I'll just bring the pictures and other mementos that I want to keep. I push open the door and Della bounds inside. "This was your room, mommy" she asks. "It was until my daddy went to be with the goddess." I know
