“I printed everything from the first night,” she said.

She smoothed the top sheet with her thumb, corner to corner, then set it down and smoothed it again.

A crayon drawing was taped to the side of the monitor.

A yellow house, six windows, and a brown dog that came out looking like a bear.

“Read me the contact line,” I said.

She scrolled with one finger.

“Valerie.

Relationship, mother.