His room felt quieter than usual, the faint hum of the waves outside breaking the silence as I folded the last of the clothes into a box. It was strange—seeing everything laid out like this, as if I’d been here for months and not just a couple of days.
I glanced toward the two boxes stacked neatly by the bed and let out a breath. I hadn’t expected so much stuff—especially clothes. My mother would’ve made a snide remark about excess. But as I reached for the last pile of casual sweaters, something nagged at me.
I pushed off the bed, stepping out of his room and padding toward the banister. “Elias?” I called out, my voice carrying into the living room.
His head popped up from the floor, where he was busy repacking the game we’d left out. “Yeah?”
I hesitated for half a second. “Did you… Did you have the woman who was here yesterday get me all of this stuff?”
His mouth quirked into a knowing grin, as if he’d been waiting for me to ask. “I did.”