Rebecca gathered the escrow receipts and the email printout.

“I’m making official copies of these pages for your personal records,” she said.

She walked over to the copy machine in the corner of the room.

The machine hummed and flashed a bright green light.

I sat at the table and looked at the blue cap of her pen resting on the yellow paper.

Rebecca came back to the table and handed me a thick white envelope.

“Don’t confront him with this evidence yet,” she said.