Jake didn't move everything at once.
That would have raised too many questions at home, especially from his parents, and he wasn't ready for that conversation yet. He wasn't trying to hide forever, but there was no reason to turn a practical transition into a dramatic event before it needed to be one. So he handled it the way he handled most things now—quietly, carefully, and in stages.
He started with the essentials.
Late Saturday afternoon, he drove toward Westbridge Residences with two travel bags in the back seat and a boxed monitor wrapped carefully in a blanket. It wasn't much to look at. Nothing about the trip suggested someone relocating his life. It looked more like a student carrying a few things for the weekend, and that was exactly the point.
At the entrance, the security guard checked the access list, gave a brief glance at the car, then lifted the barrier without a word.
Jake drove down into the underground parking and pulled into his assigned spot.
