I set the picture hook and tapped it in with the heel of my hand.

I hung Elaine’s letter in the oak frame beside the old van loan paper.

The yellowed page had one fold across the middle and Elaine’s blue ink at the top: Diane, read this before you sign anything.

I had tucked Megan’s little note behind the letter, the one that said Thomas, read this first.

Its edge showed through the glass like a receipt.

The loan statement beside it was stamped paid and dated March.