Ellis POV

The suitcases lay open on the bed as we filled them like a life-sized game of Tetris. There was a limit on what we would be able to take to the new place and there were only so many suitcases in the house, so we had to pick and choose carefully.

I helped Olivia fold her clothes as much as she would let me, but she mostly insisted on doing it herself.

“I’m okay,” she insisted, “my arm is broken not—okay it’s broken, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just ...