Harrison gave us another study guide for government.”

She reached down for her history binder.

Behind it, jammed deep between the passenger seat frame and the center console, was a tightly crumpled wad of bright yellow paper.

I picked it up.

It wasn’t school paper.

It was stiff register paper, crushed into a hard little knot.

“Is that yours, honey?” I asked.

“No,” Sadie said, looking down at her binder.