MIKA
Exhaustion weighs heavily on me as Channing and I pull into the driveway. I’m full, my body feels drained and all I want is to curl up in bed.
Dinner was wonderful, but after eating, Mom, the girls and I spent time packing my things so that everything would be ready for the movers in the morning, and that wore me out.
Channing offered to assist, but I refused to let him lift a finger. Instead, he spent the evening chatting with my father while we figured everything out.
Before we get out of the car, he pulls out his phone and calls his mother, and I lean back against the seat, listening as he tells her we won't be stopping by tonight as planned.
He called them earlier to let them know we were having dinner with my family, so they wouldn't wait up. But we had briefly considered
