“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

Suddenly a wave of nausea came over me.

“What does a crossed-out entry mean to us?

I said feebly.

“Which means you were at that meeting and tried to wipe it from your mind because you were afraid, or someone else tried to wipe your record,” Gabriel analysed carefully.

“Why would I write bring blue file folder?” I murmured as I stared at the screen.

Gabriel looked at the stuffed puppy on my bed.

“Maybe you were removing important papers from that office,” Gabriel suggested gently.