“I mean the document,” I said.

“I know what you mean,” she said, and locked the iPad.

When I asked again, she said no, and when I asked why, she said, “Because you’re not asking to understand.

You’re looking for something wrong.” I said, if there’s nothing wrong, the document settles it.

She pressed the iPad to her knee.

“You want me to fail.” The words landed harder than I expected.

“I want you not to send my savings to a man whose paperwork I can’t verify,” I said.