I smoothed the printed statement flat against the edge of the table and stacked it neatly inside Eleanor’s blue deed folder.

At half past ten that morning, a yellow moving truck backed up the driveway and stopped near the side deck entrance.

Deputy Marcus from the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office stepped out of his patrol car and walked up the front steps.

“Good morning, Mrs.

Whitmore,” Deputy Marcus said.

“We’re here to oversee the court-approved property retrieval.”

Daniel got out of a gray sedan parked along the curb.

He wore his navy work jacket and carried a thin cardboard folder tucked under his arm.