“Two front door keys, one mailbox key, and one laundry room fob, all returned in perfect working order,” Paige said to the camera.

She stopped recording, tapped the screen twice to upload the video to her cloud storage, and turned to me.

“If he tries to claim you wrecked this apartment to keep your deposit, this video will destroy his argument in court,” Paige said.

By six o’clock, the evening shadows stretched across the red brick buildings along Elm Street.

Paige brought two warm mugs of chamomile tea out to the small iron balcony overlooking the street.

“Heather called my phone three times while you were inside packing your papers,” Paige said, leaning on the cold iron railing.