The car ride to Zora’s place is quieter than the drive downtown had been. Val sits in the back beside her, the thermal bag resting between them, his hand finding hers as the city blurs past. Val states, looking at his watch, "The movers should already be there. Marco sent them over an hour ago. To get started on the bigger stuff, they weren’t going to pack anything without instructions." He squeezes her fingers gently, testing the waters of trust-no suffocation, just presence. There’s warmth in his voice as he says, "Your electrical harem drawer is still packed by you, yeah? Nothing else matters if we forget that." His earlier panic is replaced by something almost playful, mentioning the drawer with a smile.
Enzo’s head rests on her lap as the car pulls up to her modest home. Three moving
