I shut off the engine and took my single suitcase from the passenger seat.

I picked up my faded blue folder off the dashboard.

I walked up the concrete path to the wide front porch.

I slid the brass key into the lock on the heavy oak door.

I turned it and pushed the door open.

The house was quiet and cool.

The hum of the central air conditioning kept a steady rhythm in the empty hallway.

A stack of moving boxes waited in the dining room.