Daisy

"Does it matter where they actually go?" Abel asks as he picks up one of the last boxes in the living room. "This is going to storage, right?"

"Yeah, there's no rhyme or reason as to where I'm putting it or having it stacked. You can do whatever is easiest for you. I just need for it to be in the storage unit." I run a hand through my hair then nervously putting it on my hip as I watch the guys move everything out. They've been work horses, not asking for ...