We sorted the papers on the visitor table.

There were old insurance statements, expired warranties, and receipts from a law office I did not recognize.

Between two folders lay a carbon copy of a letter sent from my father to Celia Brandt six months after Tobias was born.

It was not long.

The young woman continues asking questions.

We need confirmation that no identifying information can be released to her without our approval.

A handwritten reply appeared beneath it.