Yet he had given in with Kylie.
Carolina marched past Kylie to the laundry room. She found the old sheet set wadded up in the corner.
She carried them back into the closet where she spread out the fitted sheet and began piling all her clothes in the middle. When it was full she grabbed all four corners and tied them together. She spotted her shoes and began throwing them into the two pillowcases. She went to where her jewelry box was and stopped.
“Where’s my jewelry box?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Kylie arched her brow.
“There was a box on this shelf. It contained all my jewelry that my mother left me before she died.”
Kylie shrugged.
Carolina looked at the police officer.
“If you want, you can file a police report for theft,” he said.
Kylie shifted her weight.
“I think I’d like to do that.” Carolina kept her eyes on Kylie, daring her to push any further.
The officer nodded. He pulled out a pen from his front shirt pocket and began writing on the clipboard he held.
“Wait! Why don’t I talk to Chris first? He might have misplaced it,” Kylie said a little too quickly.
The police officer glanced at his watch. “Is there anything else you need to get?”
Carolina drew a deep breath. “Can I walk through the house?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Kylie spoke up.
Carolina looked at the officer.
“According to the document, she has a right to walk through the house and collect her belongings.” He looked at Kylie.
Satisfied Carolina carried her bundle of clothes to the front door. She wiped her hands on her thighs feeling the turn of her wedding band.
She walked through the house room by room, noting that every sign of her ever having lived there had been erased.
Any photos of her had been taken down. Her favorite blanket which laid on the back of the couch in the living room had been removed. Her Bible, which was on the coffee table was gone.
“Where’s my Bible?” She turned to the officer, giving him a pleading look. “My Bible is gone.”
Kylie suddenly appeared and went to a cabinet underneath the bookcase. She pulled out the missing Bible and shoved it at Carolina’s chest.
Thankfully she wrapped her hands around it and held it to her chest.
“Anything else ma’am? You’re almost out of time.”
“Yes. My mother’s quilt. It was in the guest bedroom. It’s gone.”
Kylie crossed her arms over her chest. “We threw it away. It didn’t fit our décor.”
Tears stung Carolina’s eyes. “Why would you do that? It was the last thing she gave me before she died.”
“I’m sorry ma’am. Maybe it’s best for everybody if you finish up as quickly as possible.”
Tears slid down her face. While the court order stated she had time to collect her things, she didn’t have it in her to argue anymore.
