“And that should be the last of it!” River calls out, jumping down from the moving truck and wiping her hands on the back of her pants.

“God, I can’t believe how much stuff I managed to fit in that tiny room,” I reply, adjusting my sunglasses on this unusually warm spring day. “Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I really am turning into a hoarder.”

“I’d say. Six boxes of books? Who even reads anymore,” Kirby huffs, taking a long chug from his water ...