FAZER LOGINThe next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
Greg checks us in while I wander exactly three metres before he calls me back. “You are not getting lost already.” I smile sweetly, “No promises.” Once we are checked in, a bell boy takes our luggage and loads it onto a trolley cart for us and says he will bring it up to our room right away. Wit
The next morning, I wake up with one mission. Prove to myself that I’m not losing my mind. I lay staring at the ceiling while Greg moves around the bedroom, getting ready for training. He looks normal, maybe a little too normal. Which makes me a little suspicious. I watch him pull on his team shirt,
Chase laughs again, “Yep.” I grin, “Oh my god.” Then I stop and realize, “You’re actually doing this.” His voice softens, “Yeah.” I smile instantly, and my heart melts. My big brother by a minute and a half. I lean against the wall, “What do you need?” He exhales, “I need your help arranging it.
I sit back, not able to hold in my excitement much longer, “We put an offer in.” Mom’s eyes widen, “You did?” I nod. Mom smiles warmly. Then, unexpectedly reaches across and squeezes my hand, “You’re moving home.” I blink. The words hit harder than I had expected. Home. I smile softly, “Yeah.” Mo
The entire drive back to my parents’ house feels unreal. I sit in the Uber staring out the window with the strangest mix of excitement and disbelief buzzing through my chest. We’ve done it. Or at least started. I keep replaying standing on that balcony looking out at the view, and the ocean, along w







