He laid the blueprints on the entry table and loosened his blue striped tie.

“Evening, Mom,” he said, walking into the living room.

“Did Renee bring up the health update forms?”

“She told me you took my tax files,” I said, standing by the window screen.

Daniel slid his wristwatch back and forth on his left wrist, pushing the silver band two inches up his forearm.

“We’re just streamlining the administrative side of things,” he said.

“With the market shifting the way it is, we have to make sure all the family assets are properly listed.”