Jasmine’s POV
Packing up our things from the main pack house felt like a relief.
I stood in our old bedroom, zipping up the last big of clothes and blankets. Aunt Rose was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Orson on her lap.
Orson was holding his favorite stuffed bear tight against his chest, watching me pack his toys.
"Are we going on a trip, Mommy?" He asked, tilting his head. "Are we going far away?"
I set down a box of books and walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, took his little hands, and smiled.
"We're going to our new home, baby," I told him. "A real home just for us. Your daddy built a beautiful house and you get to have your very own room."
Orson's eyes went big. "A real home? With a yard?"
"With a big yard, lots of trees, and even a little stream whe
