“Thank you for coming all this way,” I said.

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” Arthur said.

“You have my direct number if the bank sends any confusing tax forms next spring.”

Arthur cleared his throat loudly.

“Enjoy your new home, Samantha,” Arthur said.

I walked him to the front door and watched him walk down the paved path to his reliable sedan.

He waved once before climbing behind the wheel.

I locked the front door and leaned my back against the solid wood.