FIFTY-TWO
Audra stepped into the bedroom she and Sam had shared for more than fifteen years and didn't recognise it. "Where is everything?"
Sam glanced up from her computer – Audra's old laptop. "When you moved out, I bought a desk at the local op shop and the boys helped me move your bed out so I could fit the desk in here."
"What about my clothes?" Audra asked, opening the wardrobe door. Nothing inside was hers.
"The boys moved your stuff to the garage."
"Even the boxes I sent from Melbourne?" Audra persisted.
Sam nodded. "Everything. You know how cramped it used to be in here. If I'd moved out first, you'd have spread out, too."
Audra's mouth was dry. She'd counted on staying here tonight, but there was nowhere for her to sleep. It wasn't home any more. Her words from earlier,
