(Cassidy)
The last box was emptied by mid afternoon.
Everything had found a place. New clothes hung up or folded away. Shoes lined up. The things I'd bought on impulse sitting in spots that already felt like they belonged there.
Dane had helped without being asked, handing things over when I needed them, staying out of the way when I didn't. When the last box was broken down and set aside he dropped onto the couch and I made tea and sat across from him and we stayed like that for a while without saying much.
The compound was quiet outside. Whatever energy the morning had brought with the delivery truck and the brothers moving through the hallways had settled back into something ordinary.
I wrapped my hands around my cup and looked at him.
He was looking at me already.
"What?" he sai
