The next morning after being discharged, Shane drove to Mitchie's house. She was crying silently. He reached over and gently held her hand. Mitchie turned to him and gave him a watery smile.
"It'll be fine. I'm right here with you." Shane said.
They pulled up to Mitchie's house and got out. They walked up to the front door and Mitchie unlocked the door and they walked in.
"I'm gonna get things I need down here. Can you start on my room? Just start with anything." Mitchie said.
Shane nodded and walked upstairs. He pulled out his phone and called his parents.
"Hey mom. Could you and dad come to Mitchie's house? She lost her mom in a car accident and has no place to live. I told her she could live with us." Shane said.
"What about her dad?" Denise asked.
"He passed away two years ago. She's packing up her stuff, but we don't have enough boxes and suitcases to put her stuff in."
"Alright. We'll be there in twenty minutes and it's perfectly okay for her to live with us."
Shane hung up the phone and started setting stuff on the bed. A little later, Shane heard a car pulled up in the driveway. He went downstairs and out the front door.
"Hey mom. Hey dad." Shane said.
They nodded and followed Shane into the house. They found mitchie in the kitchen, crying. Shane went to her and hugged her.
"Mitchie, honey are you okay?" Denise asked.
"I'll be okay." Mitchie replied
"Ready to move to your belongings to your new home?" Paul asked.
"Yeah."
Shane and Paul went up to her room and put her things in boxes.