The bags of clothes piled up just inside the front door. Danielle stood there, staring at them, a sudden, sinking realization settling into her stomach. She had nowhere to take them. She swallowed hard. Christina had driven them here without asking where Danielle was supposed to go next. Maybe she had just assumed.
“Where am I even taking all this?” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.
Christina didn’t miss a beat. “Well, duh, you’re going to stay with me.”
Danielle hesitated, biting her lip and shifting awkwardly on her feet. “I don’t know, Christina… I don’t want to impose. Your parents didn’t sign up to have me crash at their place indefinitely. I mean, I can’t help with rent, or food, or anything. I’d need to find a job first. And, well…” Her eyes flicked toward Seth, lea
