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Davis tried not to stare as he helped remove Chloe’s luggage from the locker she’d rented. He was surprised that it was only one small hard-shell suitcase. He looked inside the locker, even though it couldn’t hold more than just the one. He couldn’t imagine someone living their whole life with nothing but what could fit in that small case.
“Is this it?” he asked. Maybe she had rented another locker.
“That’s it.” A lock of hair had escaped Chloe’s ponytail, and she tucked it behind her ear. She looked at the suitcase, a thoughtful expression making her eyebrows dip in the center. “I don’t usually think about it, but it really is crazy that I’ve chosen to spend my life out of a suitcase. Teenager me would have been appalled, not only that I own so little, but that I chose to stay in Th
