I plugged it into a charger near the vending machines. For ten minutes, nothing. Then the screen lit up.

Mason grabbed my wrist hard enough that his nails pressed into my skin. “Don’t play it unless someone important is here.”

“Someone important?”

“A police officer. Or a judge. Or Grandma.”

He meant Ellen. He still talked about my late wife like she was a place we could go when people became unsafe.

Ellen had loved both children with a fierceness that embarrassed Brian sometimes. Lily had come into the family at three, tiny and watchful, with a stuffed rabbit she wouldn’t let anyone wash.