I turned into the driveway at eleven forty.

The deputy’s car was already sitting there.

She was young, maybe twenty-six, with her hair pulled back so tightly it made her temples look smooth.

She held the papers flat against her chest.

“Are you Miss Hayward?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I have a temporary order to vacate from Greenville County Probate Court.

You’re required to leave the premises by two o’clock today.