Henderson's POV
After lunch, Ezekiel and my father disappear to discuss tonight's ceremony. My mother, Percy, and I head upstairs to finish packing my belongings.
"I spent last night looking around, and honestly, I don't need much. You have everything we could want at your place, so I'll just take my smaller dresser," I tell my mother, trying to sound casual about leaving the only home I've ever known.
While I fold clothes and gather personal items, Percy carries boxes down to the truck. Each trip he makes feels like another step away from my old life. When the last box is loaded, I stand in my empty bedroom, studying the bare walls and vacant dresser top. This space held my dreams for years, but now it feels hollow. Home isn't a place anymore. Home is wherever Percy chooses to be, and he was never here.
