“Would you like to come in?”

I showed her the storage receipt and the photograph of Camilla’s furniture safely stacked behind the unit’s locked door.

I explained that Camilla still had access to her personal belongings and that I was arranging a reasonable date for her to collect them.

I did not ask Mrs.

Patel to take sides.

She nodded slowly.

“That’s not how it was described.”

“Families sometimes tell different versions of the same week,” I said.