my furnishings.
My mother’s paintings were packed.
Workers loaded Callie’s coveted dining table onto a truck.
The custom-built cabinets, appliances, and fixtures included in the property sale remained untouched.
I was taking my documented furnishings, artwork, rugs, and personal effects.
“Mrs. Pierce?”
I turned.
The moving supervisor, Bennett Cole, pointed upstairs.
“What about the bedroom furniture?” FurnitureMoving Service
“All of it.”
“The mattress too?”
“Especially the mattress.”
He nodded without questioning me.
As another sofa left the house, I went upstairs.
Dorian’s wedding portrait still hung over our bedroom dresser.
