Andrew placed them back in the envelope and promised to keep them somewhere secure.

“What happens now?” he asked.

“I go home,” I said.

“And I find out what else Mark thinks I don’t know.”

As I stepped into the hallway, Brenda stopped speaking.

She looked at my phone, then the envelope in Andrew’s hands.

Her confidence returned in pieces, one expression at a time.

“You’re going to make a terrible mistake,” she told me.