I added, hoping to keep the mood light.
Yet, even as we reminisced, my mind kept drifting back to those cabinets. The unspoken secrets lingered in the air, an invisible weight pressing down on us both.
As evening approached, the room grew dimmer, shadows stretching across the floor. The anticipation of the next day loomed large, each tick of the clock a reminder of what was to come.
I wondered if the property managers knew more than they let on, if their evasive answers hid more than just indifference.
I needed to be prepared, to find a way to protect whatever it was that Grandma held dear in this house.
But for now, all I could do was wait, the unanswered questions echoing in the quiet room.
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