He tapped one column with his finger.

The office smelled of toner and stale coffee.

“The transfer went out of the construction account on March third.

It didn’t go to any of the business creditors.”

I sat with Toby’s car seat on the chair next to me.

He was sleeping, mouth open, one fist curled up against his cheek.

I pulled the blanket up to his chin.

The blue folder lay flat on the table, open to the wire receipt.