My husband was a man who outsourced everything he considered beneath him, and he considered file management beneath him, and he handed his own son administrative access to his life for twenty dollars.

Toby spent about four hours on it over two weekends, because Toby is thorough in a way that occasionally makes him difficult to live with, and in the course of that he opened a folder called WHITLOCK BACKUP that was not backups of anything to do with Whitlock.

He did not tell me for six days.

That is the part I have had to work on, in a room, with a professional, for a long time — that my son sat in a dormitory two counties away for six days with what he had found, at fourteen, trying to decide whether he was reading it right.

What he sent me at 2:31 in the morning, while his father was on the ground floor of my house, was nine images.