Instead, Darlene’s SUV suddenly slowed. A sheriff’s vehicle was parked in the driveway.
Then they noticed the lawn. Caleb’s golf clubs were outside. So was Darlene’s antique furniture.
Her expensive china. Suitcases from the guest rooms. Boxes filled with personal belongings.
Nearly everything they owned had been carefully packed, wrapped, and arranged in orderly rows near the curb beneath protective moving blankets.
No one inside either SUV was laughing anymore. A sheriff’s deputy stood near the porch.
Beside him, a locksmith was finishing the installation of brand-new locks on the front door.
And next to them stood my attorney, holding the signed court order. Caleb threw open his door and rushed toward the house.
“What the hell is going on?” Darlene stepped out behind him. Her face drained of color as she stared across the lawn at her belongings.
“Why is all our stuff out here?” The deputy remained completely calm. He looked at Caleb, glanced briefly toward me, then turned back to my ex-husband.
And what he said next erased the last trace of confidence from Caleb’s face.
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