Liam's POVMarcus finds it on a Tuesday.He does not make a production of it. He sets it on my desk at the end of a briefing, a small printed photograph, the kind taken on a phone and printed later, worn at the edges the way things get when they have been handled more than once."Found in the linen closet during the apartment reorganization," he says. "I thought you might want it."He leaves before I can respond, which is a Marcus thing, delivering information and removing himself before the response becomes something he would have to navigate.I look at the photograph.It is Emma.At some event, maybe a year into the marriage, an outdoor function in the evening, the light going warm behind her. She is turned slightly away from the camera, looking at something off to the left, and she is laughing. Not the careful social smile I watched her deploy at events, the one she put on with the same deliberateness she put on the black dress, but the real smile, the full face kind, the kind that
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