A stack of junk mail, a hardware store flyer, and a postcard from the vet reminding us about the dog we never got.

No key.

I went back to the desk and got down on my knees.

I swept my hand under the desk and came up with dust, a pen cap, and a nickel.

At the bottom of the drawer I found a bank statement from August with a note in Lucas’s hand.

No transfers without V.

He had underlined the line twice.

I stood in the hallway with the empty drawer in my hands.