The late morning sun spilled through the cracked curtains of Chloe’s old apartment, illuminating the half-empty room. Cardboard boxes were stacked against the peeling wallpaper, some marked with hurried black marker labels: clothes, books, kitchen.

Zoe was kneeling on the floor, folding Chloe’s modest collection of clothes into a suitcase. “You know,” she said with a grin, “this is the easiest move I’ve ever done. No moving company, no endless truckloads. Just… your life in a ...