Chapter 14: The Day I Returned the Gloves
Move-out day was a Thursday. The thirty days in the garage apartment weren't technically up, but I'd found a place on Maple through the property manager Priya recommended, and I wanted to leave the mansion quarters empty on my own schedule, not someone else's.
I started in the small maid room off the laundry. It had held my uniforms, a duffel, and the plastic bag with the yellow gloves and the towel I'd used that first afternoon. The apartment manager, Ms. Russo, had told me I could leave any linens. I packed only what was mine. Sofia's drawings were already at the new apartment. The rest fit in two bags.
Mrs. Keller knocked and came in with a checklist.
"They want the keys, the gate fob, and any remaining uniforms," she said. "No rush."
I laid the black dresses on the bed. I had washed and pressed them. On top I placed the bag with the yellow gloves. I had not worn them since the deputy visit, when Priya boxed them with the incident photos.
"I want to return these to the office rather than trash them," I said. "In case they are still considered part of the file."
Mrs. Keller nodded. "Priya said the box is still locked. She'll log them in."
We carried the bags to the kitchen. Priya was waiting by the manager's office with the key log. She checked the fob numbers and had me sign. She didn't make conversation beyond what was needed. When I handed her the bag, she put it in the file box with the crystal jug, which was wrapped in bubble wrap and labeled with the case number. She closed the lid and locked the cabinet.
"That's complete," she said. "Thank you for keeping it intact."
Alessandro was not in the main house that morning. Mrs. Keller said he was at the foundation tower and had asked not to hover.
Before I left, I walked to the tall French doors with the light blue frames. The same cool daylight came through the blue-tinted glass. The marble where I had knelt was clean, and there was no jug, no kneeling figure, just the reflection of the chandelier overhead.
I stood there on my feet. I remembered the weight of the pitcher in Bianca's hands at waist height, the way my wrist had stung under the glove, the sound of Sofia's voice through the phone saying she would disappear if I told, and then Alessandro's voice saying the wedding is canceled. I had replayed it so many times that it had lost its shock, but not its meaning.
Mrs. Keller came up beside me with my gate fob to turn in.
"You don't have to linger if you don't want to," she said quietly.
"I want a second," I said. "I want to remember standing here."
We stood there together for a half minute, breathing in the quiet house. Then I turned away from the doors and walked toward the service hall that led to the parking lot. I didn't look back to check if anyone was watching. I carried my two bags, and the door clicked behind me without ceremony. I was not being escorted out. I was walking out.
Ms. Russo met me at the lot with the paperwork for the Maple place and took the final key. She helped me load the bags into my car.
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"You did this right," she said, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. "Both places clean."
I drove away from the estate, past the gate, onto the county road. In the rearview the mansion got smaller, and then a line of trees covered it.
