The day we left was like a mourning. Crow had left, silently storming out of the house, the roar of his bike echoing behind him. Mel helped me load the last of our things into the truck, her eyes red from crying.
As we pulled out of the driveway, Leo watched her out the window, his little hand waving, as he called, "Bye, Mel," his little voice filled with such innocence.
The drive to the new apartment was a blur, the rain a mirror for my emotions. I was falling apart inside, but as we pulled up to the small, cozy building, Leo's eyes lit up. "Is this our new home?"
In that moment, as he stepped out into the rain, his eyes alight with excitement, I knew we were going to be okay. The apartment was small, but it was ours. The smell of fresh paint and new beginnings filled the air as we un
