Moving Day
My eyes followed his. Robbie was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame...
The boxes were stacked in the corner, and I was almost ready to go. The apartment I’d shared with Shawn for the past two years looked bare, even though he was staying here. Most of the big furniture had been mine, either handed down to me by relatives or found at the rummage sales that I liked to frequent.The apartment itself was fine, but it was located in the midst of the college district, where I’d gone to school. In...