Opening the car door, he carefully retrieved the paper from where it rested. The paper was slightly crumpled, and he could feel the faint rustle as he unfolded it. He handled it gently, as if the act of unfolding it might reveal something important or delicate.
The dim light from the streetlamps cast a soft glow, illuminating the paper just enough for him to make out the writing. Jacob’s heart raced with anticipation, wondering if this could be a clue or a missed detail related to Lena or the day’s events.