We turned onto Maple Street just as a yellow moving van was backing into the driveway.

Deputy Vance, a tall sheriff’s deputy in a khaki uniform, was already standing by the mailbox with a clipboard propped on his hip.

Chloe stood on the front lawn in a baggy gray sweatshirt, her fingers tapping fast on her phone while two delivery men carried a velvet sectional sofa out the front door.

“What’s happening to the furniture?” Chloe shouted, running toward the driveway as the men slid the sofa into the back of the truck.

“We put a deposit on that set three weeks ago.”