“Your dad always hated spoilers.”
We hurried home.
Neither of us spoke as we carried the cedar chest home.
It felt wrong somehow.
As though Ethan were still guiding us.
I found the camera charger in the box beneath our television.
An hour later, the screen flickered to life.
Ethan appeared sitting on the back porch.
He looked thinner than I remembered.
But he was smiling.
“Hi.”
He laughed softly.
“If this video is playing, then my plan worked.”
Noah leaned toward the television.
“Dad.”
Ethan smiled at the camera.
“Hi, buddy.”
I laughed through my tears.
It was exactly how he used to greet Noah when he came home from work.
Then Ethan’s eyes shifted toward the camera.
