The moving truck arrived at eight. Leighton stood in Noah's driveway clutching coffee. Watching three men unload boxes marked in her handwriting.
"This is really happening," she said.
Noah wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Having second thoughts?"
"No. Just processing." She sipped her coffee. "My entire life fits in one truck."
"Our life. Everything in that truck is ours now."
Marcus pulled up. Chloe in the passenger seat. They climbed out carrying bags from the bakery.
"Sustenance," Chloe announced. "You can't move on an empty stomach."
They spread croissants and muffins on the kitchen counter. Ate standing up. The movers worked around them. Boxes stacking up in the living room. Furniture wrapped in blankets.
"Where do you want the blue couch?" one mover asked.
Leighton looke
