Ninety-Nine

Sally's POV

Knocking on the office door, I hoped to find my grandmother, but she was nowhere in the room. Go deeper into the room, wanting to wait for her to talk about the trip.

I haven't been in the office for a long time, and it's a throwback to the past. I remember seeing my father at his desk, rummaging through stacks of papers on the desk with furrowed eyebrows, which always stopped me.

I pulled the chair out from the table and sat down, looking at the table, I happened to see pictures of my parents' car. My grandfather said they were in a car accident, but looking at the photo, their car is in perfect condition. There are more than 10 photos, I went through all of them until the last 3 photos.

A vintage necklace hangs around a burned corpse. I remember that necklace, it belonged to my mother. The more I looked at it, I could feel my heart lifting. Went through 2 more times, their unique wedding band which I remember loving to play with. The last photo is of their corpses before