Moxie's POV
The next day, I had to return him. The house felt different the second I stepped back into it without him. It wasn’t obvious at first, not in a way I could immediately point to and explain, but it was evident that George wasn’t here. And for the first time since everything started moving forward, since plans turned into actions and words turned into decisions, I was standing in the middle of that reality without him right beside me to soften it.
I set my bag down near the couch, my fingers lingering on the strap for a second longer than necessary before I let it go.
“This is fine,” I murmured under my breath, more to myself than anything else. It wasn’t wrong. It just wasn’t what I’d gotten used to.
I moved further into the house, glancing briefly toward the staircase bef
