I scrolled through all of it slowly.
Thirty-one pictures.
Mark was in two of them.
In the first, he was sitting in the back of the boat, wearing his old Twins cap and sunglasses. He was half-turned away from the camera, looking out at the water. His right hand was on the motor. His left hand was in his jacket pocket.
In the second, all four of them were standing in front of the campfire with their arms around each other. Ray’s selfie. Mark was on the end, squeezed half out of the frame. His right arm was around Tommy’s shoulders.
His left hand was behind his back.
Behind his back.
Who stands for a group photo with one hand behind his back?
I zoomed in until the picture went blurry. I couldn’t see anything.
I kept scrolling.
And then I found the one that made me stop breathing.
