Chapter 7 - The Eviction
Thursday morning arrived with the crisp, clean efficiency of a well-oiled machine.
At 9:00 AM sharp, two court-appointed bailiffs and three professional movers stood outside my apartment door, accompanied by my attorney, Marcus Vance.
Garrett was sitting slumped on the hallway floor outside my door, having spent the night sleeping on a flattened cardboard box after his extended-stay motel evicted him for non-payment. He looked like a ghost—defeated, unshaven, and smelling of stale sweat.
“Master Garrett Whitmore?” the lead bailiff asked formally, holding a clipboard.
Garrett blinked up slowly, nodding in a daze. “Yeah... that’s me.”
“By order of the New York State Superior Court—excuse me, New York State Civil Court—you are hereby ordered to vacate the premises immediately. Movers are authorized to pack and remove all personal property belonging to you within thirty minutes.”
“Elena!” Garrett cried out, scrambling to his feet as Marcus unlocked the door and let the movers stream inside. “Please! Just thirty minutes to talk! Don't do this to me!”
I stepped out into the hallway, wearing a sharp white blazer and sunglasses, looking down at him with absolute detachment.
“You had four years to be a husband, Garrett,” I said quietly. “You chose to be a son and a brother instead. Now you get to live with the consequences.”
Within twenty-eight minutes, every single possession belonging to Garrett—his clothes, his shoes, his childhood memorabilia, and his television—was packed into three large brown cardboard boxes and dumped directly onto the public sidewalk outside the apartment building entrance.
Lorraine and Tabitha arrived just in time to watch the final box being tossed onto the concrete by the movers.
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“My son! Look what you’ve done to my son!” Lorraine shrieked, rushing toward me as I stood safely behind the glass lobby doors. She slammed her fists against the thick glass, foaming at the mouth with rage. “I curse the day my son ever met you! You’ll pay for this! We’ll sue you for everything you’re worth!”
I turned my back on them, stepped into the private elevator, and rode back up to my quiet, peaceful, perfectly silent home.
