The first picture captured the small electric space heater Mark had unplugged three weeks ago, its black cord coiled loose across the cold floorboards.

I stepped closer to the double-hung window facing the side yard.

The cast-iron latch at the top had snapped clean off, leaving a quarter-inch gap where the freezing wind whistled against the glass.

I took three clear photos of the rusted metal break, making sure the gray morning light hit the frost on the sill.

In the narrow adjoining bathroom, I took two pictures of the high porcelain tub.

There were no rubber safety mats on the slick enamel and no steel grab bars bolted to the drywall, only a cracked plastic stool jammed against the tile.