I looked at Grace.
“Blue folder?”
She nodded.
“I think that’s why I showed you the box.”
“Why?”
“Because there was something else hidden behind the cabinet.”
She ran back toward the basement.
I followed.
A few minutes later, Grace returned carrying a thin blue folder.
I opened it.
Inside were copies of emails, bank records, and several photographs.
One photograph showed my son standing beside the same man from the picture in the box.
This time, I recognized him.
My son’s former business partner.
I remembered him from years ago.
His name was Michael.
Michael had attended my son’s funeral.
He had stood beside me and cried.
He had told me how sorry he was.
He had even helped us with some of the funeral arrangements.
I felt sick.
But then I noticed something else.
The documents didn’t prove that Michael had caused the accident.
