The handmade anniversary card from the care package lay right beside my laptop.

I opened my green notebook and took out the boutique receipt.

I set the thermal paper exactly parallel to her card.

The price on the receipt fit the dress I’d just watched on the screen.

The date fit the fever lie.

The video fit Haley sitting by herself in the kitchen.

I took a screenshot of the empty porch and saved it to the secure legal folder Thomas had asked for.

The file kept getting bigger every day.