The photograph sat in the center of the dining table and everyone stared at it while Casey worked on his laptop.
Nobody seemed interested in breakfast or sleep.
At this point everyone was surviving on caffeine, irritation and unanswered questions.
Casey zoomed in on the shadowy figure standing behind six-year-old me and his fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard.
“Tell me you can make it clearer.” I said.
“Maybe.” Casey said.
“That’s not reassuring.” I said.
“It’s not supposed to be.” He said and Brax leaned over his shoulder.
“Can you actually do it?” Brax asked.
“Can you stop breathing on me?” Casey asked and Brax flipped him off while Casey continued working.
The room remained silent except for the clicking of keys.
Drake stood near the front window while keepin
