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Boxes littered Storm’s apartment. Nathan opened one on the kitchen island at random and peered inside at the familiar objects. They’d packed up everything Nathan might need from his home, then shut off the utilities and covered the furniture in sheets, emptied out the fridge and pantry, and said goodbye to his quiet, quaint little home.

He couldn’t deny that he missed it, but he didn’t regret choosing to leave it behind. Like many recent things in his life, he’d found something that was more important. A house was just a building. The life he was making with Storm was worth that and more.