Thirty-Six Pages of Bank Receipts and the Chicago Mortgage Transfer I Finally Canceled
My fingers found the cold tape.
I worked the key loose and unlocked the top drawer.
The metal runners shrieked in the dark.
Inside, the hanging folders were neatly labeled in my father’s exact black handwriting.
I ran my fingers along the green tabs until I came to State Tax Returns, Federal Filings and Property Records.
Behind those folders were three thick manila envelopes.
The first was labeled Estate Records 2018, and the second was marked House Purchase Closing Papers.
I lifted the whole stack out of the drawer and set it down inside the blue plastic bin.