“Look at the signature line at the bottom, Mom,” Sophie said, touching the edge of the page.

I held the sheet closer to the light.

The signature said Daniel Miller, but the strokes were heavy and uneven, missing the quick upward flick Daniel always put on the last letter.

“That isn’t how your father signed his name,” I said.

“He never looped his lower letters like that.”

Under the bank ledgers was a five-by-seven photo printed on heavy glossy paper.

I turned it face up in the full glare of the flashlight.