“Out of every picture from that year, you kept this one.”
“You look catastrophically tired. It’s historically valuable.”
I watched her eyes return to the print.
“Elise.”
She lowered it.
“What answer do you want?”
The question caught me. I had been pushing for an admission without offering one of my own, inviting her to step onto uncertain ground while I remained safely interested in the evidence. I looked at the old photograph again. Then I took out my phone.
“The entry says take the same picture when we look
