“This came from folder five,” Samuel said, stepping over to his desktop computer.

“Your father gave me the access code three weeks before he went into the hospital.”

He plugged the drive into the side of his screen.

A video window appeared on the monitor, crisp and high-definition, filmed from an angle above Dad’s desk.

The timestamp in the lower left corner read November fourteenth, two forty-one in the morning.

Julian moved into the frame wearing a dark winter coat.

He stepped quietly around the oak chair, opened the bottom desk drawer, and pulled out a stack of paper folders.