Mark had stayed behind at the courthouse to meet with the state receiver and Carl.

Emma led us up the stairs to her bedroom at the end of the hall.

“We don’t need to take the big furniture,” Eleanor said.

“Just your clothes and the things that matter.”

I unfolded a cardboard box and taped the bottom seams securely.

Emma opened her closet, took out a stack of winter sweaters, and laid them neatly in the bottom of the box.

Eleanor started taking school dresses off their hangers.