17
Chloe set the last box down in her old apartment and sank into her old couch. It wasn’t comfortable, she admitted, second hand at best when she’d gotten it, it was a terrible couch. A piece of furniture for the sake of having it.
“That’s all of it?” Mike asked.
Mike and Kristen helped her move, as David had been called away with work. He’d likely volunteered because he didn’t want to be there when she left. They all knew it.
“That’s it.” She nodded.
“All right, well, I’ll leave you two to it then.”
Kristen smiled at her husband and then sat down next to Chloe. “I know we didn’t hang out that much, but I’m sorry you’re leaving.”
Chloe only nodded. What was there to say?
“If you need anything at all, please reach out?” She looked at Chloe. “Promise me?”
“I promise.”
“Also, call
