That did not solve Diane’s housing problem.
It did not solve what had happened between Claire and Mark.
It certainly did not erase the fact that Diane had called 911 believing Claire was keeping her from property owned by her son.
Those conversations were still waiting.
But they would finally be conversations.
Not instructions.
Not assumptions.
Not decisions delivered by text message.
Diane lifted the first suitcase and turned toward the driveway.
Lisa followed with the storage bin.
Mark watched them go, then looked back at Claire as if he wanted her to tell him what came next.
Claire did not.
She stepped inside, leaving the door open behind her while the luggage began moving in the opposite direction from where everyone had expected it to go.
