Inside, three green hanging folders sat in a neat row behind their plastic tabs: House Payments, Bank Transfers, and School Correspondence.

I picked up the final administrative clearance letter from the school district, stamped VOID in dark blue ink across the cover sheet.

I slipped the document into the front pocket of the school folder, flat against the notarized bank ledger printouts.

I rested my hands flat on the cold metal edge of the drawer for one long, still second.

I tugged the metal handle forward half an inch to line up the tracks, then pushed it back into place.

The drawer of the metal filing cabinet slid shut with a firm click.