Leon wiped his brow, eyeing the stack of moving boxes in his living room. Larger furniture was already in place; now, he tackled the smaller items. Opening a box, he found dishes and silverware—a jumbled mix. Regret niggled; labeling would have helped. Shrugging off the thought, he lifted a box and headed to the kitchen.

Unpacking amidst clinks, a knock halted him. Irritation surged as he swung the door open, meeting a stranger's gaze. In their hands, a tin of cookies shrouded in plastic wrap.