Tansy teetered over a handful of times, catching herself before meeting the cement, and then bam. She went down hard, scraping her knees and even her tiny button nose. As the little girl began to sob, the camera clattered to the ground, landing in the much more forgiving grass.

“If you weren’t so busy filming, you could have caught her,” Russell barked off camera, his tone bitter and accusatory. “Jesus Christ. Why weren’t you spotting her?”

“I wanted to capture the big moment! I didn’t realize she’d get hurt!” Renee frowned, hearing the sob in her long-ago voice. “It was an accident! Plus, you were the one running right along with her. You should have caught her!”

“Well, great job there, Spielberg.”

Even now, over a decade later, her ears burned in humiliation. All she’d managed to capture on camera was a horrible parenting moment and one of her and Russell’s final fights.

Shamefaced, she fast-forwarded to the next scene: Tansy and Renee both running through the Crazy Daisy sprinkler in the backyard. Tansy was wearing a pink-and-white striped suit, and Renee had on her favorite pink bikini. Russell must have filmed this one, and— Shit. This must have been mere days before he left them. What was he thinking as he recorded this scene? Did the sight of his adorable daughter and beautiful wife running through the yard make him second-guess his decision at all, at least the tiniest bit? Or was he thinking about his girlfriend and counting down the seconds until they could be together?

“Missing Tansy?”

Renee startled, dropping her spoon into the nearly empty bowl of ice cream she’d been enjoying. Taking a deep breath, she set it on the coffee table. “Jeez, Bree. You scared me.”

Bree continued down the staircase and settled into the sofa beside Renee. Her biopsy was scheduled for eight o’clock tomorrow morning, and Renee was going with her to Portland. She’d insisted Bree stay at her house the night before, too, thinking the company might help her sleep better. “I don’t want you to be alone with your thoughts,” she’d said.

“You’re the one watching old home movies in the dark. You scared me,” Bree teased. “By the way, check out that stellar bod!”

“Stop it. I was twelve years younger.” Renee paused, thinking this over. “And doing aerobics daily.”

“Well, I could never wear a bikini like that. Not at any age,” Bree said. “So, why the home movies? Isn’t Tansy home in a few days?”

Renee nodded. “She’s done with finals. She wanted to wrap up a few things at the radio station she’s volunteering at first.”

“See, she’ll be here before you know it.”