“It was probably just the wind,” Rylan replied.

“The old windows are loose.”

I waited, my heart hammering against my ribs, until I heard their footsteps move away.

I knelt down on the floor and looked closely at the lock on the filing cabinet.

It was a simple lock.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small metal hair clip.

I had watched a coworker unlock a supply cabinet at the clinic once using a paperclip.

I inserted the metal end into the lock and twisted it gently.

With a soft click, the lock gave way.

I pulled the drawer open.

Inside were neat rows of manila folders.

Most of them were labeled with household bills and car insurance documents.

But at the very back, there was a folder with no label.

I pulled it out and opened it.

Inside was a thick stack of financial documents.

The first page was a copy of my grandmother’s will.

Underneath it was a copy of the property deed.

And pinned to the deed was a document from a lending company I had never heard of.