“And this’ll be your room.” You silently look around, turning in your spot as your brother laughs quietly. It was definitely a step up from your room at Polly’s. You loved living with her but the house was small for the three of you, and frankly you were tired to hearing Michael whenever he brought someone home from the Garrison.
Your room was on the same floor as Tommy and Graces, but closer to Charlie’s than there’s. It had a lot of windows overlooking the gardens and a big closet and fancy, shiny furniture.
“Why don’t you start unpacking and then we’ll eat.” Tommy says.
You slowly turn to face him. “Thank you Tommy.” You say and he smiles, opening his arms signaling you. You place your suitcase down on the bed and run into them, missing his hugs most of all.
“Don’t thank me yet.” He scoffs pulling away and walking down the hall to leave you to your things. “Dinner’s at 7.”