Then he turned the camera a few inches.

“There. Better?”

He spoke as if adjusting the angle settled the question.

But I couldn’t forget how quickly he’d refused access.

The next morning, I found the battery-package receipt and noticed that it had been placed with Daniel’s separate household records.

I asked why he’d kept it apart from the other baby purchases.

He accused me of going through his belongings.

I said the receipt had been on the counter.