“The window looks out on the apple tree.”

We carried eight boxes across the lawn and lined them up along the baseboards of Grace’s little spare room.

At three o’clock my phone buzzed on the nightstand with an automated text from First Federal Bank.

I opened the app and saw a red banner across the main account screen.

The forty-five-thousand-dollar draw Frank had made on the home equity line had set off an automatic freeze on my personal checking account and my credit line.

My available balance showed zero dollars and zero cents until a magistrate settled the title dispute.