A few weeks later, Kayla found a job at a small marketing company. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid enough for her to start saving. She eventually chose a room with Renee, the woman we had met during our first apartment viewing.
The move happened on a Saturday morning.
Andrew carried the heavier suitcase to the car, while I helped Kayla pack the last of her things.
Before leaving, she stood in the middle of the guest room and looked around.
“I can’t believe I stayed here for almost a month.”
“You needed somewhere safe.”
She nodded.
“I did.”
Then she turned toward me.
“I’m sorry I made things difficult.”
I hugged her.
“You were hurting. You made some bad choices. Both things can be true.”
She hugged me tighter.
“You’re still annoyingly reasonable.”
“And you’re still annoyingly dramatic.”
She laughed against my shoulder.
Then, as we pulled apart, she glanced toward the kitchen.
