Evan took a step forward, his leather loafers clicking on the stone. “We are not here to make a scene, Claire. We are here to settle the transition of the estate before the board meeting.”
He gestured toward the dining room, where the long mahogany table was cleared of everything except a small silver tray.
We moved into the dining room under the flat white glare of the recessed ceiling lights. Above the sideboard, the small black dome of the security camera sat in the plaster, its tiny green indicator light glowing.
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Andrew Collins is a contributor who enjoys writing about everyday topics, people, and ideas that spark curiosity. His approach is simple and conversational, aiming to make stories easy to read and relatable. Outside of writing, Andrew follows current trends, enjoys long walks, and likes turning small observations into meaningful stories.
