Which means that what I had was not twenty-six minutes of my daughter on a floor.

I had eleven clips.

Eleven clips, totalling thirteen minutes and four seconds, between 17:46:12 and 18:13:58, with eight gaps in them, and the gaps are not failures of the camera.

The gaps are the times when nothing in that hall moved enough to trigger it.

Which is to say: the gaps are my daughter lying still.

I found it at about ten past four in the afternoon on the Monday, sitting in my truck outside the title service in Peoria, and I had forgotten the camera existed until Bennie Arceneaux asked me, as I was leaving, whether we had any cameras in the house, which she asked for no reason at all and which she does not remember asking.