Zoe shook her head.

“Look at the date.” I did.

Then she said the thing that moved the whole matter onto new ground, quietly, the way she says the things that matter most.

“The picture is from before Aunt Monique met him.”

I looked back at the date, and she was right, and it was not just another name.

It was another business, standing before my sister’s Chad existed at all.

“Do you want me to save these?” she asked.