I pressed the rubber keypad four times to attach all six pictures to the open draft on my screen.

The address bar at the top held David’s direct office email address, which I had saved three years ago.

I typed out three short lines in the box below the attachments.

The room temp is forty-eight degrees this morning.

Window latch broken since October.

No safety bars in bath.

I pressed send and watched the small envelope icon move across the screen.

The blue status bar turned solid green, and the display flashed sent at eight thirty-two a.m.