I was not emotionally ready to sort through Jack’s belongings. I just had this horrible feeling that he had left something unfinished behind, and I was the only person who had not realized it yet.
At the bottom of his toolbox, connected to a small battery pack, I found one of his old backup phones.
That nearly broke me.
It was such a Jack thing to do. Quiet. Practical. Prepared.
I powered it on.
There was only one recent video.
I opened it.
The camera looked as though it had been propped high on a shelf overlooking the garage. Jack stood beside his workbench. Under his hand sat a thick cream-colored envelope stamped with the factory logo.
Then Karen walked into view.
I stopped breathing for a second.