#CHAPTER 9 Moving In

I snapped my head around to face him and glared. “No, James! This is stretching things too far. You can’t just make all of these major decisions and expect me to go home with you,” I stated. “You are going to take me back home—to my home! Now!” Of course, James kept his demeanor resolute while I was on the verge of having a full-blown meltdown. He still scoffed nonetheless. “You mean that sketchy apartment complex? Come on, Mia. With both know you’re a lot smarter than this,” he pointed out dryly. “That place is not suitable to raise a baby, even you cannot deny that. Besides, knowing Chris, I’m willing to bet that the guy has a decent number of items he’s collected over the years stuffed away in your place.” My eyes widened. He was right. Because my brother’s work constantly kept him moving around, it was cheaper to allow him to leave his found collectibles with me rather than pay for a storage unit. And yes, Chris did tend to collect his fair share of odd artifacts, all of which