“The kitchen has been swept,” I said.

“And the refrigerator is cleared out.”

“I will complete the walk-through inspection in the morning,” Mr.

Vance said, his voice clipped.

“Your security deposit refund will be sent to the forwarding address on the form.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Are you going to be okay, Mara?” Greg asked, looking between me and the packed car.

“It feels like you are running away from something.”