“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.

“Not on the desk,” I said.

“But a wooden drawer was opened and I saw a thick blue folder in it.

Harold slammed the drawer very fast.”

Gabriel’s pen stopped on his pad.

Did that blue binder have a sticker on it?”

“No tag,” I recalled.

“Just a little round white sticker in the corner.

“What was that sticker supposed to mean?“Gabriel asked.