I tapped my thumb against my index finger three times.

“What sort of papers, Sadie?”

“Blue ones,” she whispered, staring down into her mug.

“Pages with dark lines across the middle.

He caught me looking at them on the counter, and then he got really angry.”

“Where are those papers right now?” I asked.

Sadie put her mug down on the end table with a small rattle.

“I put something away.”