“How many?”

“Several.”

“Where are they?”

“I didn’t keep every piece of correspondence from eight years ago.”

I placed photocopies on the desk: three certified-mail receipts, dates, a photograph of the envelope returned to my attorney, and a message sent to a legal office that had once represented Terrence.

“These are mine,” I said.

“I still have the originals in secure storage.

I sent you ultrasound information and the hospital’s contact details.