my belongings tomorrow.
He answered almost instantly.
Finally. Some cooperation.
I studied the words.
Then I locked my phone.
The movers left at seven.
By eight, the mansion stood almost bare.
I made a final circuit of the rooms.
The house echoed.
Unfurnished, those grand rooms looked foreign.
Perhaps love had misled me this way.
I had mistaken costly belongings and beautiful architecture for happiness.
Yet a house couldn’t shield me from someone bent on stealing my peace.
A black Mercedes entered the driveway.
A tall woman in a gray
