She nodded once.
The legal research firm where Emily worked handled archived records for insurance disputes, property claims, and old civil litigation. Boxes of forgotten paperwork passed through their basement constantly.
“This was attached to an old case file from twenty years ago,” she said quietly. “Our case.”
I stared at her.
For a moment, I didn’t understand what she meant.
Then I looked down at the paper.
It was a photocopy of a mechanic’s report.
Dated three days before the crash.
My son’s name at the top.
I adjusted my glasses and read the first highlighted line twice before my brain fully accepted the words.
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