The high pitched grinding noise of the heavy paper shredder screamed out from the small phone screen. Evelyn stood frozen in the cold middle of her ruined design studio. Her slender fingers trembled so hard the phone almost slipped out of her hand onto the floor.

On the clear video, the sharp steel teeth of the machine chewed up the yellowed paper without mercy. Page after page of her late father’s original master drawings turned into tiny, worthless strips of white dust. She watched her father’s neat handwriting, his personal blue ink notes, and his official signature get completely chewed into nothingness right before her eyes.

A sharp, unbearable pain...