“I’m going to take a quick shower,” he said.

“Leave the rest of the cleanup for me.”

He walked upstairs to the master bathroom.

I heard the old pipes knock behind the drywall as the hot water came on.

I picked up my green ceramic mug from the coffee table and carried it to the kitchen.

I set the mug in the sink and began loading the dishwasher with our dinner plates.

Daniel had left his phone face up on the kitchen island next to the tulip vase.