I packed them in the duffel.

Then I knelt by the bed to reach for a shoebox under the frame.

My fingers hit glass.

A blue iPad was lying on the carpet, its screen cracked from the top corner down to the home button.

A green light blinked at the edge.

I’d bought it for Delaney two Christmases back, before we split up.

She’d said its camera was better than the one on her phone.

The lock screen wanted four digits.