Emre:
"Pack up everything you can find. Don't go overboard," Dad continued assisting her, while my mom brought out the empty boxes she had kept for ages, hoping that someday we would use them and leave the pack for good.
My concerns about the baby were still unanswered. In fact, we were leaving the pack, and I didn't even know why.
"After everything is packed, we'll meet in the living room and discuss," Dad yelled, and we all just stared at each other. I went to my room with Abigail, who was helping me pack. Her stuff was already packed, so she wasn't bothered much.
"What do you think is going on?" I asked her, worried that someone might catch us sneaking out.
"I don't know. But I trust your dad. He must have only good intentions in mind when wanting us to leave the pack," of course,
