“Mom.” She was in the doorway, holding the screen out toward me, and her face had gone completely white.

“You need to come see this.

Right now.”

“What is it?

Abigail, what happened?”

“There’s a video.” Her lower lip was trembling.

“It synced from Dad’s old cloud account the second the phone connected to the wifi.

It’s — Mom, it was recorded the day before the fishing trip.