Part 2: I Let Them Plan a Move That Would Never Happen
For the next three weeks, Chloe planned her move into my apartment with astonishing enthusiasm. Every few days, another social media post appeared, announcing her excitement about decorating the new place, giving the kids their own bedrooms, and starting over.
“Decor shopping for the new place!”
“The kids will finally have their own bedrooms!”
“New beginnings.”
In one photo, Chloe stood outside the gate of my building, pointing toward the upper floors beneath the caption:
Home sweet home very soon.
Mom commented almost immediately.
You deserve it, sweetie.
I liked the post. That afternoon, Chloe called me.
“Did you see my pictures?”
“I did.”
“Isn’t your building gorgeous?”
“It really is.”
Then came a long silence. She was clearly waiting for me to mention the apartment, perhaps expecting me to say that Mom had explained everything and that we needed to discuss her move, but I said nothing.
