Today's the day. Moving day.
I'm standing in what used to be our apartment, looking at boxes everywhere and trying not to panic. Mom's been running around all morning, nervous energy making her talk nonstop about how excited she is.
"This is going to be so wonderful, Bryson," she says for the tenth time, taping up another box. "A fresh start for both of us."
I nod and smile because that's what she needs. But honestly? I've been dreading this day since the engagement.
It's not that I don't want Mom to be happy. She deserves this after everything she's been through. It's just that living with strangers feels impossible when I'm still trying to figure out where I fit anywhere.
The Hayes mansion is exactly what you'd expect from a rich family. Huge, perfect, the kind of place
