Handled
Her boyfriend ditched moving day. Her neighbor moved in—and handled more than boxes
The headboard cracked against the lip of the U-Haul for what felt like the hundredth time, and Lila didn’t flinch. Her fingers ached, jaw locked, every nerve bristling with sun, sweat, and frustration. The thing was a perfect nightmare—too heavy to be graceful, too awkward to angle, dragging at her like it knew she was alone. One thigh braced against the bumper, she yanked hard, teeth gritted, her t-shirt glued to her spi...