Page 135 of Falling Together

A steady stream of snow is falling. It’s getting darker out, but it’s not bad enough to stop driving.

“You know I could have gone to pick up this dresser for you next week.”

“The new job starts on Monday. I want to get settled in my apartment before I start.”

“You could still commute,” he says.

“Dad. Pinecrest is two hours away from Thistle Creek. I am not going to drive four hours every day for work.”

“Sorry. It’s just hard to believe you’ll be moving away.”

“Again, two hours, Dad. It’s not like I’m moving across the country.”

“It’s been nice having you here. It’s going to be a change with you gone now.”

“You have your own life with Joey and Max. It’s time I start my own.”

I won’t admit it to him, but I’m nervous about moving towns. Sure, it’s two hours away, but moving and starting a new job all at once is a lot for anyone.

“ThistleTech is lucky to have you. I know you’re going to be their best employee.”

“You have to say that, Dad.”

“Either way, I know you’ll do great.”

“Thanks, Dad. Listen, I’m going to go.”

“Are the roads getting bad?”

I don’t miss the concern in his voice.

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I’m getting close and don’t want to miss my exit.”

“Text me when you get there and again when you leave. Just so I know you’re safe.”

“I will. Love you, Dad.”

“Love you too, Lenny.”

I end the call and focus on the road ahead. If I weren’t so dead set on getting this antique dresser to restore, I’d be all settled and cozy in my new place in Thistle Creek.

But no. I was taken with the brass handles and the dark wood. It reminded me of the chest my mom had when I was little before she died.

When I saw this person selling it, I knew I had to have it.

Which is why I’m turning down an old dirt road on a snowy night to buy it.

“You Lennox?” the older man asks.

“That’s me.”

I secure my hat over my ears as I shut the door behind me.

“Follow me.” He waves me over into a large barn. “You sure want this if you came out tonight.”

“I figured if I waited any longer, you’d sell it.”

He pushes the doors open and a warmth engulfs me. All kinds of antiques fill the barn, from tiny knickknacks to old jukeboxes.