Mark had mentioned the old insurance files at lunch.

He said he had put the important items away at Oakridge National Bank.

If Laura had a policy we didn’t know about, the original payout document was sitting in a metal box twelve miles away.

I rubbed my thumb against my wedding ring.

I had just five days to gather hard proof before the December 15 transfer deadline.

I stood by my desk, looking down at Emma’s drawing of the blue yacht.

I folded the crayon paper into a tight square and pushed it deep into my trouser pocket.