When the guy left I finally spoke, but it came out soft, almost like I was scared to say the words, “We’re moving away.”

At first he didn’t respond.

“Did you hear me?” I asked.

“Yeah… was just a little shocked.” He answered.

I sniffled hard. “Tell me about it!” I shot back and started to cry again. “Gary I don’t want to move to Maine!”

“MAINE?” Gary blurted out.

After a moment or so Gary hopped to his feet, “MAINE? As in all the way on top of the East Coast? That Maine?”

With my face hidden behind my knees and my arms wrapped around to hide my tears I nodded.