cards, and passports.
Lily’s favorite stuffed elephant.
Noah’s green cloth dinosaur.
For myself, I packed jeans, underwear, three sweaters, a toothbrush, Grandma’s ring, and my laptop.
Nothing else seemed essential.
My closet held thousands of dollars in dresses selected for Cole’s dinners, shoes I couldn’t scuff, and jewelry he’d chosen because he disliked my taste.
I left nearly everything.
At 2:03, Mother called.
“Mom?”
“Daniel called your father.”
Naturally.
Dad was listed as an emergency trust contact.
“Is Dad angry?”
“Your father is currently walking around our kitchen in
