No message from me. Nothing written on it. I did not leave a letter, which is the one decision in this entire story I have never second-guessed, because a letter would have given them something to argue with.
I locked the front door with the key they gave me in 2022, and I put that key through the mail slot, and I drove to Delphine’s condo in a 2016 Corolla with three suitcases and a blue folder on the passenger seat.
And I slept nine hours.
For Five Days, Nothing Happened. Then My Phone Started and Did Not Stop.
They came back on the Wednesday.
Eleven calls between 4:50 p.m. and 7:30 p.m. Nine from Daniel. Two from Rebecca.
Then the texts.
Mom where is all the furniture
MOM
Mom this is not funny, pick up
