One corner had caught against the wood.

I pulled it open to fix it.

Inside were envelopes, old warranty papers, photographs, and a small metal key attached to a faded tag.

The top photograph showed Mom standing outside a building I didn’t recognize.

She wore jeans and a light-blue sweater.

Dad stood beside her, holding a guitar case.

Behind them was a brick warehouse with a large loading door.

I turned the picture over.