“Go on to class, Lucy,” I said softly.

“I’ll be right here at three o’clock.”

I watched Lucy walk down the linoleum hallway until her yellow winter jacket disappeared behind her classroom door.

I turned and walked back to my car in the quiet parking lot.

I unzipped my bag on the passenger seat and took out the top section holding the printed monthly bank ledger with its exact dates and account numbers.

I laid the page flat against the steering wheel in the thin winter sunlight.