Wynta
She’d spent most of last night packing up her clothes, linen and toiletries into the two suitcases she owned. Her landlord had been shocked to hear she was moving out, and so quickly, she’d apologized but was paid up until the end of the month, and told him she’d hired a cleaning company to do a professional move-out clean. They were coming on Monday at 11am.
She’d stood and looked at her studio apartment, a place she’d lived in for five years now, and nearly sighed to herself. She was comfortable here. If Nolan hadn’t turned up and started causing problems in her life, she wouldn’t be moving out at all. She left her apartment at 10am to find Kyan leaning on a car waiting for her outside the building.
“I’ll drop you off and then go help the boys pick up your furniture. They’ve go
