“Well, incredibly, we didn’t have to. Dad called right when we landed. Apparently, Mom found out about his stipulation and threat to cut us off and had a massive s**t fit. She threw a 3,000-year-old vase at him!” Tristan laughed.
“Yeah, she went apeshit on him,” Adam agreed. “There was mention of a painting being broken over his head. And a lot of apologizing to all of us.”
“So, you’re going to do the NPO?” I asked, hopeful.
“Of course, we are, Nic! And we’re doing it here in Charlotte,” Daniel said, and I threw my arms around him.
“I’m so proud of you all!” I laughed with glee and pride. They’d done it and would be able to do it the way they wanted to now! “I’m so happy for you. And us!”
“We’ve got an apartment lined up downtown, for all of us, if you’d like to move in with us?”
