Just wait. Warner’s name at the top.

The room went silent the way a room goes silent when the audio is cut from the world.

I advanced the slide.

Date-stamped photographs — Warner and Renae, his hand at the small of her back, walking into a hotel I had never entered; the timestamp beneath.

Another: the two of them leaving another hotel weeks later.

Another slide: the ledger, the dinners and the jewelry and the weekend bookings.