My heart stopped.
“What were they saying?”
She hesitated.
Then she told me something that neither the detective nor the officers had known yet.
Daddy had asked Grandma if she brought the papers.
Papers.
Not cleaner.
Papers.
I asked her what papers she meant.
My daughter shook her head.
“I don’t know. Grandma hid them when you came home.”
I immediately called the detective back.
Within minutes, an officer was standing in the hospital doorway.
He asked my daughter if she could remember where her grandmother had put them.
She pointed toward the hallway.
“She had a folder.”
The officer exchanged a look with the detective.
“What kind of folder?”
My daughter described it as blue.
The detective left the room.
Twenty minutes later, she returned carrying a clear evidence bag.
Inside was a blue folder.
It had been found in the trunk of my mother-in-law’s car.
The first page was a printed form.
