At ten past two, my cell phone buzzed on the glass porch table.

It was a text from Margaret, with one attached photo and no typed greeting.

I tapped the screen to open the full picture.

The photo showed the wide concrete driveway on Lakeview Drive beneath a dark gray November sky.

A big blue moving truck with silver side panels was backed up to the double garage doors.

Two workers in canvas jackets were carrying Evelyn’s wrought-iron patio chairs up the aluminum ramp at the back.

Melissa stood by the driver’s door of her white SUV with a pile of clothes in plastic dry-cleaning bags draped over her left arm.