The last thing in the room was a jacket hanging on the back of the door.
Leo took it, folded it over his arm, and then stood there for a moment as his eyes wandered at the now-empty Wigan unit.
A year, that was how long he'd been at the apartment, and yet, it still didn't feel that long.
He remembered walking in here for the first time with Dawson just ahead of him, like it was yesterday.
Back when things had just started looking up in his football career, and to Leo at that time, it was one of the small things that made him feel worth something.
He tapped the wall once with two knuckles, a moment later, before turning and walking out of the room.
As he did so, one of the movers stood waiting in the corridor with a clipboard in hand.
"Is that everything?"
Leo looked back through the open door once and then nodded.
"That's everything," he said.
His things hadn't filled the truck, but they filled enough of it to make the truck necessary.
