Chapter Eighteen
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you? It’ll make it go faster, get you out of there quicker.” Anne sat at the kitchen table, sipping her second cup of coffee as Susanna sucked down her third, stalling from having to do the inevitable.
“No. This is something I need to do myself.”
Anne shrugged. “I just assumed the faster you got your possessions, the faster you were out of there. No chance to run into anyone.”
“Thanks. They’re both working, so I should be fine. Besides, I’d rather break down with no one watching.” She knew she would lose it when she started packing her room. She had only been there a year and a half, but it was her home, and she loved both of her roommates. It would take her all day, just because she would have to stop and remind herself to br
