But it had never been logged out of Lucas’s account, and the video had not been recorded on it at all.

It had been recorded the day before the trip on his new phone, and it had saved itself to the cloud the way our phones quietly save everything, and when Abigail charged the old device and it found the wifi, it simply pulled down what the account had been holding all along.

Six years of answers, waiting in the air, needing only a dead phone brought back to life to deliver them.

Abigail set the phone on the bed between us and pressed play, and then my husband was there.