19|Make It Make Sense—Part 3

Sure enough, at 1:00 PM, Arno, Benji and two brawny men who could easily moonlight as bouncers were on Marybeth's doorstep.

Within ten minutes, the four of them had cleared her apartment of the ten boxes with her books and keepsakes, and three suitcases stuffed to the brim with all her clothes.

Marybeth ran through her apartment one last time, making sure she hadn't left anything behind. Satisfied she had everything she'd need for the foreseeable future, she turned to Austin's men with a smile. "I think I'm done."

Pointing at her laptop bag and purse, Benji asked, "May I?"

"Sure." Marybeth gladly handed over the items and locked up the place, before she followed the men down the hall to the elevators.

When Arno offered to carry the case with her mom's acoustic guitar, Marybeth politely declined. It was her most cherished possession and the only link to a woman who'd discarded her like she meant so little.

Phoebe Tyson picked it up for a song at a Waterfront flea market, but she never