I let my gaze wander around the overturned furniture, the artwork hanging askew on the walls, the bed stripped of sheets. A nightstand has been dragged underneath an air vent on the ceiling on one side of the room. The window coverings lie in a crumpled pile on the floor. I fold my arms over my chest, lean my shoulder against the wall, and say mildly, “I see you’ve been redecorating.”
