I clicked the ring icon, and the first photograph filled the screen before I had time to think about what I was hoping to find.
For a second, my mind simply refused to make sense of it.
I stared at the image without blinking, waiting for something in it to rearrange itself into a harmless explanation. The photograph had been taken inside a restaurant I didn’t recognize, though through the window behind the table I could see a striped awning that looked very much like the marina restaurant from the picture I’d seen online. There were pale reflections in the glass, a sliver of water beyond it, and a row of small lights hanging beneath the awning.
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