“And what about Lauren’s things in the back closet?” Grace asked quietly.

I put the toy crate down on the hardwood and tapped my ring finger twice on my watch.

“I’ve got three clear plastic bins of her stuff packed in the trunk of my car,” I said.

“Are you driving over to Oak Street today?” Grace asked me.

“As soon as Bennett’s bed frame is back together,” I said.

Grace helped me carry the last three boxes out of her spare room and across the yard.

We put the boxes in the middle of the living room rug, right where the old coffee table had stood before the deputy came on Thursday.