The house could best be described as modest in size. The sitting room was barely spacious enough to accommodate three cushioned seats, and the furniture had an unmistakably old-fashioned charm to it.
As Ryan settled into the space, he couldn't help but reflect on the financial circumstances of the house's owner. In a matter of moments, he had formed a rough estimate of the woman's worth. Aside from her contact information, Cecily had provided him with little else regarding the woman or her identity.
Before long, a woman emerged from a door adjacent to the narrow dining room. Ryan stood up instinctively to greet her with a handshake.
At first glance, she appeared to be in her early fifties—a tall, striking figure with a graceful demeanor. Her complexion was lighter than his own, and she had a round face adorned with slightly prominent eyes that sparkled with warmth.
Upon noticing Ryan, she welcomed him with a smile that radiated kindness.
