The next morning, I planned a few house tours around my lunch break. I checked my bank account after a quick call with hr. I was over payed for the work I did but I also was not going to complain about it. I was excited and on edge the entire workday until lunch rolled around. I stood from my desk and all but bounced out the building to the truck. I was excited for the showings.
After the second house tour I was torn between the two. I did not know if I wanted to see more if it would make my decision harder. I finally had the freedom and ability to pay for a decent living situation. I was in the car driving to the next location when Jace called me.
“Hey, where are you?”, his voice radiated through the car.
“I had some errands to run,” I followed the realtor, “I will be back so
