We were exhausted by the time we sat down on the couch to catch our breath. Tatum was with me and everyone else was still tending to their duties as they normally retired later into the night. Everything was settled and I was ready to prepare to head to bed. Tatum, who had helped the movers with loading and unloading the truck, was more exhausted as I was. I helped, of course, but I mainly focused on moving everything out of Tatum's car while they were busy with the heavier items.
"You aren't leaving yet, are you? Cynthia's preparing dinner for us," I asked Tatum when I noticed him pick up his car keys from the table. I thought he would stay longer, but he stood up instead, and so did I.
"I only had enough time to help you move today. I can't stay any longer if I have to drive back," he
