I was the account holder.

Christopher had a work laptop that his firm managed and a personal one that lived in the study, and the personal one had been syncing to that plan for three years.

Nine days before the fourteenth of March, he had asked Toby to clean it up.

That is exactly what happened and it is the entire origin of this.

He was at ninety-four percent of storage, and he did not want to pay for more, and rather than spend an evening on it he said to his fourteen-year-old, over dinner, “Tobes, can you go through the drive and dump the junk?

I’ll give you twenty bucks.”