Back at the house, I prepared a simple dinner, and we ate on the deck, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. It was almost too easy, the way he fell into the routine, utterly unaware of the storm brewing just beneath the surface.

After dinner, I suggested we watch some old home movies, a trip down memory lane. He agreed, settling into the couch with a contented sigh. I inserted a USB drive into the TV, and the screen flickered to life.