Later, I managed to reconstruct exactly what happened.
Shortly before 7:00 A.M., Chloe and Flynn arrived at my former building with a huge commercial moving truck, two hired movers, both toddlers, my parents, and nearly everything they owned packed into boxes.
They had even brought breakfast.
Mom carried coffee and pastries because Chloe wanted moving day to feel like a “celebratory family moment.”
Flynn first tried entering the underground garage with the keypad code he had once watched me use.
It failed.
He entered it again.
Access denied.
Chloe called Mom.
assured them I had probably just updated the security code.
