The image was grainy, black and white, framed by shadows. A hooded figure entered from the edge. The person was slender, and hesitant. They knelt, head bowed, and for a long moment didn’t move. Then, with trembling hands, they placed something on the ground. Ellen leaned closer. It was another toy, glinting faintly in the night.
Her heart pounded as the figure brushed the soil smooth, tracing circles near Sam’s name. The movements were deliberate and gentle. She squinted at the outline. She couldn’t make out the face. The person seemed small. Was it David? Had he lost weight, perhaps? She froze the frame, enlarging the image until it blurred completely.