CHAPTER 44
CARY
Packing up Tyler’s office took another hour, though most of her stuff ended up in the trash. She wanted a clean slate for her new company—nothing SDM-related. Except the stapler. It was the old kind, heavy and reliable. Like a tank, if tanks fastened papers.
Tyler turned to Cary, pupils wide. “Your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“To tell your parents we’re moving home.” She hoisted a banker’s box by its slits. “I’m going down to the garage. Be back in a minute.”
Cary called his mom. No point dragging this one out with a text.
“Hi, Cary!” Pamela answered. “What a nice surprise! How are you, dear?”
“I’m fine, thanks. How are you guys?”
“Oh, same old. The Burnsides put up a new shed next door—it’s taller than the by-law allows, so your father’s down at city hall trying to fight it.” She sighed. “Some people.”
“Well, Mom, I’ve got some news—”
“Is everything okay?” Her voice tightened with concern.
“Better than okay,” he said. “Tyler and I are moving to Winnipeg.”
Silence.
Then a choked sob. “That’s the best news I’ve ever heard,” she whispered.
Cary smiled. He’d made the right call. Tyler was happy. His mom was over the moon. His dad would be pleased too, though he’d never admit it—stiff upper lip and all that.