That Saturday, Noah and I loaded up the U-Haul trailer and his car with all of our earthly possessions, Jeffrey lending a hand so that we wouldn’t have to hire movers. I had given the Honda Civic to Terri, insistent that we didn’t need two cars in such a small area as the Crescent Moon Pack territory. She had tried to convince me to take it anyway, but it had too many Andrew-related memories for me to bear.
My throat clenched when she drove the car away, but I convinced myself that it was for the best. This entire venture was for the best.
We finished just as the sun reached its noonday peak. After a quick lunch, we were ready to hit the road. I only had one thing left to do.
Even though I knew that, with Andrew and me breaking up, that there would come a time when Jeffrey would no long
