Chapter 17 — Before She Met Him

At 10:06 Zoe was on my bedroom rug with the tablet against her knees while I filed the bank papers.

“Mom,” she said.

“Can I show you something?”

“Sure.”

She opened a saved image.

“This is Chad.” Then another.

“This is also Chad.” The second photograph showed the same face — the same crooked smile, the same dark jacket, the same small mark near the left eyebrow — under a different name entirely.