“You can’t do this.” Quinn’s voice practically squealed.
“Why not? I have nothing here.” Indy grabbed a shirt, studied it, and tossed it in the Goodwill pile.
“Oh, thanks. Now I’m nothing.”
Indy sighed. “You’re not nothing. But you have your own new life as Mrs. O’Leary. You don’t need me. Dad and Lydia can use some help.”
“You’re running away again.”
“I’m not running away. I’m taking time to figure out my life. And what do you mean again?” She folded the last of the clothes she intended to take with her. The rest of her belongings were either headed into storage or being given away.
“Every time life gets too serious, you run.”
She sighed and sat next to her sister on the bed. “The difference is, this time I need to get serious. I can live rent free with Dad. I won’t have to blow an
