Cora (Dollar) POV
The storage unit was very emotional.
Grease stayed by my side, close enough that I could feel his heat.
Each item was something from my memories I hadn't realised I had.
My uncle cleared most of this out of the house, slowly, before Mum had even died, putting it in her storage unit, which makes me wonder what was in there and what he may have stolen. I know she stored some of her memories of Dad there, though at the time I didn't know he was my Dad. I hadn't seen any of them come out, unless they were in boxes or wardrobes; we did pull out a lot of items.
I was so glad we were on bikes; I could cry, and no one would see the tears flowing.
By the time we reached the lunch stop, my tears were gone, and I felt a lot better.
I had cried for my mother, and what she los
