No work folders, vacation photos, or even the cover photo of Milo that she normally had.
There was only one folder with a small lily icon.
I clicked it, and a video window opened.
At first, I thought it was recorded footage.
Then the image shifted.
It was a live feed.
A woman sat on the couch in a dim basement room.
She was facing down and twiddling her fingers.
She lifted her head, and I stopped breathing.
I was looking at Alma or someone who looked like Alma.
She stared toward the camera without seeing me, and I could see that she definitely had my wife's face.
If that is my wife, then who was the woman who looked just like her, currently living with me?
I shoved back from the desk so hard that the chair hit the wall.
For several seconds, I could not move.
Then a memory surfaced.
