A cup with a brown ring sat beside the sink.

My attorney set her clipboard on the table and told me to take what belonged to me.

If there was a question, leave it until it could be documented.

I opened the drawer where Michael kept spare batteries and twist ties.

My scissors were there, along with two birthday cards from my mother and a small packet of photographs.

I put all three in a canvas bag.

She checked each item against the list.