Chapter 5

Before I could answer Daniel, the moving crew began lowering the ramp.

The first box was labeled NOAH’S ROOM. Behind it stood a child’s bed with a navy-blue headboard.

I knew that color.

One wall in Dad’s study was painted the same shade. Last Christmas, Daniel had looked at it and said the room needed updating.

He hadn’t been criticizing the paint.

He had already chosen the room’s next occupant.

“Please don’t unload anything,” I told the crew supervisor. “This is private property. I have not given anyone permission to move in.”

The man looked from me to Daniel. “Mr.…