I stood in the doorway for a long time, watching her chest rise and fall.

I closed the bedroom door until it clicked shut.

I walked down the hall to my private study and turned on the brass desk lamp.

I sat in my leather chair and opened the bottom drawer.

I pulled out the blue legal folder.

I laid it flat in the center of my desk.

I opened the cover and reviewed the contents one last time.

The first document was the eighteen-thousand-dollar duplicate vendor invoice routed through Kingsley Timber.