That truth didn’t destroy me.

It released me.

Before possession fully transferred, I hired a professional moving company to remove Trevor and Melanie’s belongings from the guest house. Every item was documented, photographed, boxed, inventoried, and legally transferred to a storage unit registered in their names.

I covered one month and nothing beyond that. No damage. No confrontation. No opening for them to accuse me of carelessness. I wanted their life packed exactly as they’d lived it: expensive, excessive, and suddenly their own responsibility.

The movers worked the entire day.

Italian leather couches. Oversized televisions. Rows of designer clothes. Golf clubs Trevor once insisted were essential for investor meetings. Boxes of shoes.