The little brass desk key Grandfather had given me sat in the blue bowl by the door.

I dropped it into my purse before going upstairs.

The house was quiet.

The refrigerator hummed.

The smoke detector over the desk blinked its tiny green light.

I checked the camera feed a final time.

The desk drawer was still open an inch.

I put the memory card in my purse and went to bed with the office lamp still on.