I was still in labor.
Daniel was beside my hospital bed when his phone vibrated.
It was our neighbor.
Hey, is everything okay? There’s a moving truck outside your house. Your parents are carrying boxes inside.
He examined the message twice before turning toward me.
“What?”
Daniel walked into the corridor and phoned my mother.
She answered in a cheerful tone.
“Oh, we’re just helping Jason settle in.”
Daniel’s expression tightened.
“Settle in where?”
“The spare room.”
“We don’t have a spare room.”
A brief silence followed.
Then Mom replied:
