I was looking for Dad’s duplicate tax receipts from three years ago to check his declared interest income.

Behind the heavy metal drawer track, deep in the dark space behind the desk frame, my fingers brushed against a piece of paper that had fallen out of place.

I pulled it free and brought it into the circle of light under the desk lamp.

It was a scanned printout of my own federal 1040 tax return from three years ago, complete with my Social Security number and my electronic filing confirmation code.

The top corner of the page was marked with a faint blue stamp from Dad’s home scanner.