Simon raised a finger and then reached under the counter, pulling out the roll of wax seal stickers. He delicately peeled one off and sealed the envelope. Then he held it out to Daniel in two hands and bowed his head. “It has been my pleasure to serve you.”

In his hands Daniel held the answer to the question of whom he would confront at home.

“And a box of film?” Simon’s plea rang over his shoulder.

Daniel dropped his head as his hand rested on the door handle. It wouldn’t hurt to get another roll of film, just to save another visit. “Just one roll.”

He turned, and Simon held one out for him. “When you bring this back, would you mind bringing in your grandfather’s camera? I haven’t seen the Infinity model in years.”

Daniel pocketed the film canister and reached for his wallet. “Of course.”

Simon held up his hand. “You take this one until you’re ready for a box. You can learn so much even from just one roll of film.”

Daniel headed for the door. There was movement in the corner of his eye, the slightest flutter of butterfly wings, as the little bell jingled his departure.

He peeled back the wax seal and steeled himself. He would be confronting either a wife who accused him of cheating or a daughter who didn’t talk about anything.

In the first photo, clouds hung in brilliant, puffy white above an azure ocean, waves caught mid-pound over rocks shining emerald green. Along the walking path, flowers didn’t so much bloom as threaten to burst through the photograph.

Simon was right about clarity.

He stopped short at the next photo. His own bedroom, pillows strategically placed on a made bed. The next photo, his living room, fashion magazines fanned over the coffee table next to fresh flowers. An invitation for a potential homeowner.

Daniel bit his lip. So it was Kelly, but was she preparing to sell the house? That was why she didn’t want to own up to using Gramps’s camera. She was preparing to leave him and sell the house. That explained her distance. A chill swept over him.

In the next photo, the purple and white pillows where Milly buried herself each night fronted her headboard, next to a nightstand on which sat her ever-present phone. Daniel squinted hard as he brought the picture closer. The glass on the framed family portrait next to her lamp was cracked. Angry scratches covered his face. And Kelly’s.

Questions exploded in his head like fireworks. Why would Kelly see this and not tell him?