I reached into the black document case I had brought from the house.

I passed over the forged custody papers.

I passed over the printed transition timeline with the October twentieth date.

I took out a single glossy photograph.

I set the picture face up on the table and slid it toward him.

Derek looked down.

It was an evidence photo taken inside the Norfolk storage unit.

It showed Lily’s pink suitcase covered in yellow stars, sitting next to the metal filing cabinet, packed and hidden in the dark.