Too many are destroyed by its absence.

And I will spend the rest of my life believing the ones who have no folder, because I know, now, exactly how easily the truth can be true and still not be enough.

Chapter 7 — The Blue Folder

Three days later, my attorney arrived at the hospital carrying a box of files she had recovered from my apartment, and among the receipts and lease agreements and old tax documents, there it was: a duplicate of the blue folder.

My heart stopped when I saw it.