“This is the last box. The. Very. Last. One,” Lily huffs out as she sets the small cube of cardboard on top of a pile of other larger boxes. She drops down onto the sofa with an audible exhale.
I set the bulky box full of pots and pans that I was just taking to the kitchen down on the wood floor at my feet. I fall onto the sofa next to Lily. “Come here.”
She leans into my side, and I wrap my outstretched arm around her shoulder.
“Moving’s exhausting.”
“Extremely. My whole body hurts,” she complains. “I need a nap.”
“Can’t. Haven’t set up the bed,” I remind her.
“The couch will do,” she says with a yawn.
“You can’t quit on me now, Little. This is only halftime. We need to regroup and power through the final two quarters.”
“Uh-huh.” She shakes her head against my shoulder. “I never p
