A housekeeper waited outside while I packed.

I still had my suitcase.

When its zipper caught, I put groceries and the legal folder into two plastic bags rather than breaking it.

Those bags made the load awkward to carry, but they were not the sum of my identity.

Outside, I tried to call the clinic.

The service had been deactivated by the account holder.

I stood under the walkway roof and stared at the notification.

My photographs and stored numbers remained on the device.