She takes one look at your face and does not ask if you are okay. Good friends know when that question is decorative. Instead she pours water into a glass, sets it near your hand, and says, “Tell me what you found.” You hand her the laptop, and she reads in silence, her mouth flattening more with each file.
By the time she reaches the fake signature, she swears so softly it sounds almost reverent.
“You need a lawyer before sunrise,” she says.