The screen loaded a public notice from the Oakridge tax authority.

Summit Restorations had dissolved four years ago.

The owner had surrendered the commercial license and moved out of state.

I zoomed in on the dissolution date.

The business hadn’t existed since Emma was three years old.

“What are you looking at?” Eleanor asked.

She tossed the damp towel into the stainless steel sink.

“Just checking the roofer’s address,” I said.