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It took me more than four hours the next morning to sort through my stuff and decide what I wanted to take to Ryan’s while I rented out my apartment. Since I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone or what the logistics between tenants would be like, I packed enough for two months. Sundresses, two pairs of jeans, some T-shirts, a couple of sweaters for transition weather. I threw all my toiletries and makeup in a bag, then dropped in my meds. It was nearly noon when my phone buzzed: Andrea. My heart quickened.
How’s it going down there? she wanted to know.
Great, I typed back. About to head over to Ryan’s. She responded with a thumbs-up emoji. I switched back to my message log and clicked Ryan’s name, shooting him a quick text.
On my way!
I waited for the ellipsis bubble to appear, and wh
