On the back, someone had written a date and five words. David knows where the original is.

Claire looked at me. “What original?” I had no answer.

My father’s belongings had been packed into storage after his death. Most of the boxes were still unopened. Ethan had helped move them. One box had gone missing during the move.

I’d assumed it was lost. Now I wasn’t certain.

My phone buzzed. The message came from an unknown number — no greeting, only a photograph. It showed Ethan standing inside a storage unit beside several metal filing cabinets.

It had been taken less than ten minutes earlier. Below it, one sentence. He is not running from you. He is looking for what your father hid.