When I stepped into the entryway, I froze. Tyler stood there with his wife, Gwen, and at least eight massive suitcases.
“What’s all this?” I asked, my stomach already knotting.
Tyler grinned, setting down a duffel bag. “Surprise! Our lease ended, and we thought — why waste money on rent when there’s plenty of space here?”
“You’re… moving in? Did you talk to Mom about this? She didn’t tell me anything…”
“Of course they did,” Mom said, appearing behind me. “I told them it was a wonderful idea.”