He stepped further into the room, his gaze shifting to the open drawer, then back to me. For a second, our eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between us. Did he know?

“Is everything okay?” he asked, his tone careful.

I nodded, slipping the envelope into my pocket with feigned nonchalance. “Just wanted to feel closer to your father,” I said, hoping the half-truth was enough.

He lingered a moment longer, then nodded. “If you need anything, let me know,” he said quietly before turning and disappearing down the hall.