She wanted everything. Appointment slips, cancelled checks, unfilled pain prescriptions, test results, toxicology reports, blood tests, surgery waivers, parking validations, the hospital tag she’d worn on her wrist, everything we’d used in our assault on the insurance company to make them make good. Not to mention photographs. Chloe wanted all we could find up until the point her mother no longer wanted to be photographed. I found the food check list the nurses had given her, still with its ne. . .