My mother folds a napkin corner smaller and smaller.

And eventually my father says the hard, plain, unwelcome thing that turns out, days later, to have been exactly right.

Chapter 10 — The Reused Password

At 9:18 that night Zoe sat beside me at my bedroom desk with her tablet turned toward us, and I had Chad’s message open on my laptop with the date circled in blue ink.

“The date on this document is three days earlier than the date Chad gave you,” I said.