Check the front pocket under the flap.”

I rested June across my thighs, supporting her small neck with my arm, and pulled Ethan’s leather messenger bag onto the vinyl chair beside me.

The leather was scuffed at the corners, smelling of damp rain and coffee.

I unbuckled the front brass clasp and unzipped the narrow divider pocket.

I felt past a heavy plastic pen case, a half-empty pack of mints, and a binder of quarterly budget reports.

My fingers brushed against a folded piece of thick white paper nestled between two manila file folders.