"They're moving," she said to me again.
I just stared at her. "No…that's so stupid!"
I ran to the door, pushing past Jade, who was trying not to laugh.
It was true. After only two weeks, they were packing up into a moving van and going on their way. The daughter, Jazz, looked my way and waved, but Danny wouldn't meet my eyes.
I knew that I, indirectly, was the reason why they were moving. I also knew there was nothing I could do. I closed the door and went back inside. It was over.
A/N: It doesn't have to end that way. Anyone with ideas feel free to let me know. I just need to take a hiatus on this story. Then I will get to work on the sequel.