Some pages were drafts.

Some were copies.

Some needed explanations from the person who had prepared them.

A file name was not proof of an executed trust, and a spreadsheet was not money sitting in an account.

I knew enough about paperwork to understand that, but fear kept trying to turn every heading into a completed fact.

Sadie came beside my chair.

“Are you cross with Daddy?”

“I have questions about something he didn’t tell me.”