It was a blindfold he had tied over his own eyes.

And a person who has blindfolded himself will walk into walls he could easily have seen, and blame the walls.

Michael had never removed his files from our shared family storage, the photographs and the tax records and the videos and the documents, all of it flowing automatically into an account I controlled, because it had simply never occurred to him that his harmless old mother might one day have reason to look.

“The photograph of my bruised wrist was taken at six forty-two,” I continued.