It made me a mark.

There is a difference, though it took me four years and a shaved head in a backyard to learn it.

Chapter 4 — The Camera That Stopped Turning On

There had been signs.

I see that now.

At the time they looked like nothing.

For years Phedra and I had talked on video calls, and she was always the same — tired sometimes, but smiling, telling me not to worry.

“I’m fine, my love,” she would say.