“Because you and Mom have both acted as if the letter is dangerous.”

“Be reasonable, Mauricio.

A letter is not proof of anything.”

“That is why I’m asking questions.”

He folded the receipt in half, though it was already folded, and slipped it under a stack of envelopes.

I had seen the words lake lot on its top line before he covered them.

“What is that receipt for?”

“Property business.”