*Katrina POV*
What a night. The police finally left, and the guy that fixed my door frame and rehung the door left not long after them. I had the overwhelming urge to call Amber, but decided to wait until I got back to the cabin.
Derrick told me to go ahead and get my things together, and said to make sure to grab anything of importance. His thinking was that if they came back, I would have everything of value that they would take.
It made sense, so I did as he asked. All that was left for us to get tomorrow was some clothing, blankets, and decoration items that would more than likely go into the trash anyway. I loved the way the cabin looked as it currently is, and other than maybe some personal photos in frames, I don't think I want to change it.
I started to scramble around the sma
