I come back home from my last drink with Kate with a heaviness on my chest and finish packing the last box. My father comes soon enough, but even seeing him can’t lift my mood. I smile at him, but I know he can see right through me, and knows I’m not happy.
He gives me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder when I put the first box in the car. I’ve already taken down on the street the last boxes and locked my door.
“Your mom will come tomorrow for the checkout,” My father said, taking the keys from my hand.
I nod, with a small smile.
“Your landlord is really nice to let you go without the three months’ notice,” my father continued, helping me with another box into the car.
“Hmm,” I agree again, knowing that it wasn’t because she was kind enough to do that. From her face when we said I wante
