I typed 0412, Micah’s birthday, because he’d once shown me he could open his mom’s tablet with it.

It opened to a mail icon showing eleven unread messages.

The first was from an airline.

Two first-class tickets, Nashville to St.

Barts, leaving three days earlier.

Passengers: Delaney Mercer and Julian Vance.

I read the names twice.

Julian Vance was the developer Delaney had met at a charity dinner that spring.