“I wondered when you’d come.”
I placed the camera on the counter between us.
“I’m ready now.”
He picked it up with the reverence Daniel had always shown it, turning it over in his hands.
“I remember when he bought this. He was so excited, like a kid with his first bicycle.”
Norman’s voice went soft.
“He came in here twice a week to buy film, to talk about aperture and shutter speed. Said photography was teaching him to pay attention to what he’d been missing.”
“I know.”
I swallowed against the tightness in my throat.
“Can you develop the roll? I’d like to see what he was looking at those last days.”
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