Chapter 8. Moving In

I took out my cell phone and searched for Asher’s contact information.

Me: “Hey, Asher, it’s Chloe. Thanks for your time earlier. I’m getting things organized while my dad reviews my lease. Would it be possible for me to move in next week?”

I waited anxiously, but the dots indicating that he was typing appeared almost instantly, reassuring me that he was responding.

Asher: “Hey, Chloe. Of course, we still want you to move in. No rush at all.”

I smiled and quickly replied.

Me: “That’s great to hear! Please let me know if it’s okay for my dad to come along before I sign anything.”

Asher: “It’s fine! Chloe, you’ve saved me, so thank you once again.”

I nearly yelled, ecstatic about the positive development on the horizon. Moving into a separate room was the fresh start I needed.

I had kept in touch with a few high school friends, but we weren’t as close as we used to be. Most of us attended different colleges, but we still hung out when ev