And on the ninth of April, 2009, he instructed a firm to find out where I was.
They found me in eleven days.
I was eight years old, in a placement out past Belgrave, with a family whose name I can still spell and whose dog was called Bruno.
And then that file was updated every quarter for sixteen years.
Every school report I have ever had is in that folder.
Every placement move, with the dates and the reasons. The four-page incident report from 2013 that I did not know existed.
A copy of my leaving-care plan from the July of 2019, which I signed myself.
And there are forty-one photographs in section four.
Me at nine, at a sports day, taken from about two hundred feet away through a fence.
Me at thirteen, outside the unit on Carrow Road, in a coat I remember buying.
Me at eighteen, on a pavement on Carrow Road, with a bag at my feet and a set of keys in my hand.
