Finally filed a cold case from '09 — the paper was older than my filing cabinet

Spent the afternoon digitizing a missing-person file I'd kept in a shoebox since 2009. Nothing in it broke the case open, but there's a rhythm to sorting someone's last-known movements into neat folders — like giving their story a little more room to breathe. Finished just as the light went flat outside, and the whole room felt quieter. That's the part I never get tired of.