Tim had found Elias crying in the parking lot earlier that week, holding a cracked rearview mirror from Dante’s wrecked car. Tim didn’t say “I’m sorry.” He said, “Bring that in tomorrow.”

He finally deleted the file. Then he went inside to make breakfast for his daughter. And for the first time since 2006, he didn’t flinch when he passed a mirror.

Tonight, his daughter found it. “Dad, what’s this?” she asked, holding the brittle tape.