Makeup bags lay open on the floor, one with a broken zipper.

The hangers had been shoved to one end of the rod, and the good suitcase was gone.

I took Elsie’s duffel down from the shelf and checked the side pocket for the travel nebulizer.

The case was empty except for a piece of tubing and a plastic mask.

That was one thing to take back to the hospital.

The other was clothes.

I found two of Micah’s shirts still folded on the dresser and Elsie’s socks in a laundry basket by the door.