I stared at the gaps.
Dereck had already started taking things away.
Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the storage facility.
“Sheila, what are you doing here?”
I turned toward him.
“Stopping a sale I never agreed to.”
He glanced toward the manager’s office.
“You told them not to release the equipment?”
“Of course I did.”
He let out an irritated sigh.
“Do you realize what you’ve done? The buyer already paid.”
“Then you’ll need to return his money.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
Dereck looked away.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he began complaining about the storage expenses again.
“Sheila, we’ve been paying for this place for years. You never use any of this equipment.”
“That doesn’t make it yours.”
He crossed his arms.
“We’ve talked about renovating the kitchen. The money from the sale would have covered most of it.”