The fire door shut firmly behind him.

I stood alone in the quiet kitchen and picked up my ceramic mug.

I didn’t ask Daniel about the real estate draft for the rest of the weekend.

Ava came back from her weekend visit to Golden on Sunday evening, just before dinner.

I was wiping down the dining room table with a damp cloth when she walked into the house.

She dropped her black canvas duffel bag heavily onto the hardwood floor.