“Please.

Did we take it after the first week of October?”

“Definitely.

You broke your glasses the day before.

Why?”

I told her enough to make her stop joking.

She sat with me on the phone while I opened the remaining documents.

There were canceled payments from Daniel’s foundation to a company called Southcrest Records Management, an invoice for private surveillance, and a note from a social worker who had tried to coordinate contact between an unidentified injured woman and a teenage daughter.