My Husband Left Me His House, and Then My Family Came for His Bedroom

I reached into my coat pocket and took out the small gray terminal Captain Keller had given me at the public library.

The screen lit up with three lines of glowing green text.

DIRECTIVE 409-B: OPERATION CONFIRMED.
ASSET RECOVERY TEAM IN TRANSIT.
ETA: THREE MINUTES.

I tucked the device back into my inner pocket and zipped the lining closed.

The track on the inside garage door rattled over my head as the heavy spring groaned.

A thin strip of yellow kitchen light fell across the dark concrete floor and widened as the hollow wooden door swung in.

Harper stood in the doorway, her shoulder against the jamb.