He asked me to stop by his parents’ house to leave some paperwork for his father.
* »Just leave it on the porch if nobody answers, »* he texted.
As soon as I turned onto their street, something looked strange.
Cars lined both sides of the road.
People carried lamps, chairs and kitchen appliances toward their vehicles.
Carol’s garage door stood wide open.
A garage sale.
I slowed the car.
Then my heart stopped.
Near the entrance, hanging on a clothing rack…