As my workday drew to a close, Samuel's car sat parked right outside the office building.
Hurrying forward, he blocked my path before I could hail another taxi and gently but firmly guided me into the passenger seat.
He pulled open the glove compartment and center console compartment for me to see.
Every trace of Sally's belongings was gone, leaving the storage spaces spotlessly clean.
"I had the car thoroughly cleaned out. I took all her things out, too. Please stop being upset with me," Samuel said.
I did not turn down the ride, telling him to drive home. A few personal items still waited for me inside the apartment, after all.
Warm aromas of home-cooked food drifted through the front doorway the moment we stepped inside.
Sally moved about the living room with the easy confidence
