Marco sighs heavily as he helps his aunt Mary move the last of the boxes into her living room. It looks like the whole house is packed in those boxes. They were working for 12 hours a day the last 3 days and he is tired to the bones. He hardly saw Morrana and only got a text or two from her. But he felt their connection and it gave him a warm feeling.
“Do you want a beer? We earned it.” Marry says as she leans on the door to relax a bit.
“Yes, please.” He follows her to the kitchen and frowns at the bare walls. “It’s weird seeing your kitchen like this.”
“I know.“ She sighs. “It hit me this morning, that it’s all real. We’re moving.”
“Are you sad? Would you rather stay?”
“Oh, no darling! I’m excited to go. I’m thinking of all the possibilities and it’s an adventure for sure.” She lau
