I took it from the tray before I realized my hands were shaking.

I had come into that building hundreds of times to solve ordinary problems: a lost reservation, an incorrect citation, a child’s overdue book.

That afternoon, a sheet of office paper became the first thing outside my own memory that said my fear was not imaginary.

We took a copy to the station.

Officer Vance added it to the report and asked for Miller’s contact information.

I gave him the exported file and kept a second copy.