I pressed the heavy steel rings open, shut the blue cover, and snapped the binder’s latches closed.

“Is that the last of the papers?” Evan asked.

“That’s all of it,” I said.

I laid the blue binder in the bottom of the box on top of the old legal pads and printed receipts.

Caroline had called twice over the weekend from a blocked number, but I hadn’t answered either call.

Frank had sent a single short text on Sunday confirming that Margaret’s small claims suit had been withdrawn for lack of filing fees.

I had deleted the message from my phone without replying.