Carla leaned closer. The scrap of paper hadn’t moved when her hand brushed against it. It wasn’t just a tiny scrap—instead it was the corner of a larger piece of paper that had slid inside the crack where the back and bottom of the drawer met. Only the corner of it could be seen. Carla tried to move it with a finger, but found it was stuck. Instead she yanked out the drawer, turned it over, and pulled the hardcopy from it.