the original blue box is missing.”

“Yes.”

For the first time that morning, my father opened the folder he had been carrying.

“Not everything is missing.”

He set a bank envelope on the table.

Inside was a USB drive.

My mother fixed her gaze on him. “Robert?”

He glanced at her, then toward me.

“Your father-in-law handed that to me years back,” he said. “I never continue reading …