“One of them is a decline.

Two hundred forty dollars, September 12, seven twelve in the evening.” I ran my thumb under the line.

“That’s two nights before he asked me out to dinner.”

“I can’t tell you what a decline means beyond the balance.” She took the pages back and evened them against the edge of the desk.

“I can tell you the trail is complete.

Nothing gets removed from this file without leaving a hole where it used to be.”