Patterns Were My Profession

On the screen, Michael was pulling open the drawers of Henry’s desk while Rachel stood beside him carrying folders.

Then I entered the room, and my recorded voice asked what they were doing.

Looking for insurance documents, Michael said.

Those aren’t insurance documents, I answered, because I could see what was already in his hand.

He had pulled out a red folder, and I knew that folder, and it did not contain insurance papers.

It contained Henry’s estate documents, trust materials, account information, and a private letter.

I reached for it.