She was standing in the middle of the garage with Pia standing on the back of a pick-up truck which had been parked in the expansive space. She looked around in awe of how much stuff she had collected in the three years of living in their tiny house. Who knew she’d had so much?
Fabrizio and Trey were both ordering the men about. Jolie was quite certain if one of the two men had not ordered the rest of the men to make sure she had space, they both had. Every man in the room was giving her at least a two-to-three-foot bubble of space and none of them approached her from behind or from out of her peripheral view.
“This box is all the drawings we found around the house,” one of the men held up a small flat box. “We assumed you would want all of Pia’s artwork?”
She nodded, “can you put that
