“It’s been on the company’s insurance since the day I bought it,” I said.

I’d paid for it in March with a dividend check, and he’d chosen the color.

He looked past me at David and at the sheriff standing at the end of the driveway, and I watched him run the numbers.

The sheriff walked up holding a blue folder out at arm’s length.

“Notice of commercial eviction,” he said.

“Corporate property.

You’ve got until four o’clock this afternoon to get your things off the premises.”

“This is our family home,” Trent said.