I said without asking who just knocked. My father stepped into my office and had a seat in the chair across from my desk without needing to be invited to do so. “Do you have a moment?” I read the last line of fine print and set the document in my hands aside to listen. “Sure. What’s up?” “I know you’re leaving early today, so make sure to stop by my office on your way out.” I wasn’t sure why, but agreed anyway. “I brought a few boxes in my car that belong to you, so I’m going to follow you out,” he clarified. “Your mother and I finally finished going through the last of the items we had the movers store in the attic, and a few of them were yours.” Giving that some thought, I assumed they had to have been things I left with them when I moved out of my apartment after college, probably just some junk that could simply be thrown away.
