The apartment feels strange at first.
Not in a bad way. Just new.
Mine and Ben’s things are scattered everywhere, half unpacked bags dumped around the sofa whilst Mum’s idea of “basic supplies” has somehow translated into a fully stocked fridge, fresh flowers on the kitchen counter and enough blankets to survive an arctic winter.
“She’s nesting through us,” Ben mutters as he opens yet another cupboard full of food.
I snort softly from where I’m kneeling on the floor trying to decide where books should go.
“At least she’s happy.”
“She bought us matching towels, Nell.”
I glance over my shoulder.
“…Are they the fluffy ones?”
“Yes.”
“Okay but in her defence they are very nice towels.”
Ben narrows his eyes at me before laughing quietly.
I place another stack of books onto the shelf
