The next morning mom pops her head into my bedroom, “Good morning sweetheart, we think we found you and Scott an apartment. They’re coming over this morning so we can go take a look at it and put a deposit down if we like it.

They will be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Oh my God! Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

“You need your rest. I heard you chatting with the tidy bowl man last night.

Have a bit too much to drink?”

I don’t answer her question knowing it would lead to an inquisition. I bolt upright in bed and check the time, it’s after ten. It feels...