There she is. In her new apartment with the matching towels she bought and the pillows we made. Truth be told we were finishing them on the road driving to the apartment. I guess you keep fussing and fixing as long as you possibly can. Then the hour comes, like it or not, when you have to pull away from the curb.
I did ok with the pulling away part. She's got this. This girl knows her mind and moves with determination towards her goals. No, it wasn't pulling away when it hit me. It was when we turned into our own driveway some days later and noticed all the cars.
"Aidan's home too."
"Everyone's home already." "
"Not everyone. Moira's not home."
Then some one said it. "Yes. She is."