Maya called Ellen to confirm the instruction, then put the phone down and helped Lily keep her drawing from blowing away.

A week after the meeting, they stood at the entrance of a Long Island rental house.

One blue suitcase was inside.

The second was still on the porch.

The landlord checked the electric meter and wrote the number on his clipboard.

“Eighteen thousand four hundred six.”

Maya read it herself before initialing the move-in record.

He explained the payment date, the back-door latch, and which key belonged to which lock.