"Chloe?" Larissa's voice sounded behind me. "We heard a crash. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just tipped over some boxes." I kept my back to her so she wouldn't see me crying. The last thing I wanted to do was have a heart to heart with her.
"Want some help cleaning up?" she asked.
"No, thank you." I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand.
Larissa hesitated, and I waited for her to leave me alone. Eventually, she did. I shifted to sit on my butt and reached for a box. I set it up right beside me and scooped up a handful of pictures, ready to drop them into the box when something thin and yellowish caught my attention.
I tossed the pictures back to the floor and reached for whatever that was. Paper, maybe. I tugged on it, and the entire bottom of the box lifted to reveal a stack of weathered papers and a worn leather journal.
"What the. . .?" I muttered.