Evidence is what you keep when a true thing is about to be contradicted by people with a reason to contradict it, and I could feel, the way you feel a storm in your knee, that the true version of the last three years was about to come up against several other versions, and that mine was the only one written down.

I moved the pictures into a new folder on my phone and I named it Saturday, and the name looked far too ordinary for what was going inside it.

Are you saving these for yourself, Marcus asked.

I thought I was, I said, looking at the photograph of the two unused place settings.

And now.

Now I think someone may need to see what today actually looked like.

He did not ask who.