You’ll never believe this, texted Dom. He stood next to the couch, blinking at the stack of put-together boxes. One sitting on the coffee table was actually partially full, random items shoved in it: a balled-up shirt, several video games, three socks. He’s moving his s**t.
He debated taking a picture to prove it, but Kiko texted back too soon.
Wonderful.
Dom climbed the stairs to peer into the guest room, curious how much Travis had already moved. He grimaced, glad Kiko couldn’t see the state of it. There were a couple of boxes on the bed which Travis had clearly been dumping all the stuff from the floor into. He had piles of things on the floor, mostly clothes, and Dom was immediately grateful Travis had left most of his s**t packed up in the basement.
You’ll never believe this, sent
