Chapter Seven
The move was easier and harder than expected. If you’ve ever had to move more than your clothes, you know. And neither of us took time off work, either.
It was the following Saturday and Patrick and his dad were unloading a U-Haul truck with his stuff. I’d left to stay out of their way.
My old apartment was empty. Weird. Three years of memories. All I had left to do was run the vacuum and a mop, make everything shiny. I’d been careful over the years, so there was zero reason for Brent to not give me my security deposit back. That money would soothe my bank account after the expense of hiring a moving team on short notice.
Patrick had slept in his new room since Sunday. He’d bought a bed roll and sleeping bag from a camping store and set up on the floor. We ate dinner toge
