THIRTY-SEVEN
AlmaAmos steps into the room, and instinctually, my arms fly around his neck. He picks me up and spins me around. My leg knocks over a stack of boxes.
“Oops.” I giggle as he sets me down. “We did it!”
Our hands meet in a high five.
“One year down,” he says with a huge grin. “How were your exams?”
“Good! I think I aced them all. How about you?”
“Pretty sure I aced mine too,” he says. “So, Quinn’s at her last exam, and then we’ll celebrate?”
“Yep, dinner and then a party before she leaves for home tomorrow. She just left, so we should be finished moving before she’s done. It’ll only be one car load.” I pick up the boxes that my foot just kicked to the ground.
“So, the new place is close?”
“Yes. I got this little studio apartment about a block away. I’m surprised I found
