I leaned closer.

“Where did you get that?” “Public pages.” She opened a third.

The name changed again.

“Mom, why would two businessmen have the same picture?”

I looked at the names stacked on her screen.

I had spent the day asking whether my sister was moving too fast.

I had not once asked whether the man she trusted had been wearing the same face under other names, in other places, before she ever met him.

“Maybe it’s a different man,” I said, reaching for the last comfortable explanation.