Sarah stood in the middle of what used to be Paul’s home office.

She tapped her phone screen twice to check the time.

I handed her a thick roll of blue painter’s tape.

We had spent the whole morning taking apart the heavy oak desk Paul bought when he made junior partner.

I had unscrewed the brass handles from the drawers so the heavy wood would fit through the narrow doorframe.

It took both of us to carry the thick side panels down the front steps to the curb.

We dragged his tall leather chair across the hall and left it by the stairs.