You keep opening files.
There is a scanned contract tied to a small commercial property in Naucalpan. A refinancing draft with Diego’s signature on one page and what looks like yours on another. Except it is not your signature. It has the shape of your name but none of your rhythm. Too round on the S. Too careful on the final z. Then you find the email that had been forwarded to you by mistake months earlier and buried in promotions, because most theft survives by depending on exhaustion.