One Hundred and Thirty Nine.

Fallon

The next morning, I find Vander packing up the office.

“Going somewhere?” I look around at all the half packed boxes in amusement.

“We are.”

“We are? Did you try talking to me when I was asleep?"

He laughs at me, “No, you said you wanted to live in the apartment.”

“You’re joking right? None of this shit is going to fit in there.” He had more than enough boxes to fill the bedrooms. Plus