This was not simply a misunderstanding created after a tragic delivery.

Someone had planned an arrangement while I was painting a nursery and telling Ethan he would be a wonderful brother.

I stopped scrolling for a moment.

The room seemed to contain only the sound of the computer.

I needed to remain useful.

I saved the files I had found onto a flash drive and retained their original formats where possible.

I noted where they appeared and the visible dates.