Bab 17: Chapter 17

“There is a guy who sent me a message about the bed while I was on my way over here.”

Flynn glanced at him. “Yeah? What did he say?”

“He wants to come pick it up right away.”

Oh…Flynn guessed it was a good thing, but…“Okay.”

“Are you sure?”

Flynn nodded. He wasn’t sure. Or he was. He wanted the house emptied as soon as possible. Right? Where would he sleep?

“Okay.” Caspian grabbed his phone. “I’ll tell him he can come right away.”

Flynn nodded and escaped into his mother’s bedroom. He stared at the walls, at the stripped bed, at the boxes he’d lined up along the wall, and he had a hard time breathing.

“Hey.” A large, warm hand caressed his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Flynn nodded, unable to find his voice.

“Are you sure? I can still tell the guy today isn’t a good day.”

Flynn shook his head. “No, I want the things gone as soon as possible.”