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I carried in the last bag from the car and put it down in the middle of the floor. The kitchen counters were filled with bags and boxed appliances. Sade had disappeared down the hall and had to come back into the main living room.

She’d been very quiet on the drive over, and other than the brief conversation when we first arrived, she had said very little since. I could feel something was off. She didn’t have that spring in her step, and the excitement about unloading our haul wasn’t there. I was thrilled to have just about everything we needed to move in.

She came back into the kitchen and rummaged through some bags. “I’ll put these in the bathroom,” she said without looking directly at me.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yes, fine,” she answered. “Do you want to do the kitchen or start in the bedroom?”

She was being very curt, like we were on a mission and she was completely focused on that mission. We were moving into a home together. I was expecting a little more enthusiasm.