I rummaged through my drawers, papers shuffling and folders flapping as I searched for the file Joe had given me. My hands moved quickly, feeling the edges of manila folders and the cool metal of paper clips. 

“I’ll look at it at home,” I had told myself, but the day’s work had swept that promise away.

It took a few moments but finally, my fingers gripped the edge of the file. Relief washed over me as I pulled it out before standing to my feet. “There it ...