#Chapter 105 - Finality or Just Another Roadbump?

Adrian I stare at the pictures on the wall. Many of them are from my childhood, one that I was very lucky enough to share with Stella and Clara. We are all smiling in a few of them, standing in front of a white picket fence as butterflies fly around our heads. There are a few pictures of my mother and I scattered across the wall. They span over the course of the past decade, leading up to the moment when Stella, my mother, and I all went to the beach resort together. The picture of us standing by the tide pools remains closest to my office and is in a spot where it has the most visibility around the house. I had to fight the urge to not make any more copies, to frame it, and then put it into every single room that I own. It is the one picture where my family — my true family — were all together, each and every smile on our faces as pure and genuine as the emotions that we held inside of our bodies. My mother’s smile is the brightest in the photo. Stella and I have an arm wrap