For once, Priscilla said nothing.

Garrett looked at the boxes, then at the apartment around him.

“You can’t take the furniture.

We live here.”

“The officers are here while I collect my personal things,” Iris replied.

“The furniture can stay until the property questions are resolved.

I’m not doing this in the hallway with you.”

Her attorney hadn’t yet returned her call.

The officers had explained they could help maintain peace during the pickup, not decide who owned the apartment or force a final move-out.

Iris had listened.

After years of being told she didn’t understand anything practical, she was determined to understand each step now.

Garrett’s voice softened.

“Honey, come on.

Let’s talk without an audience.”