He looked away.
“Arrogance was part of it too.”
No one in the storage unit moved.
“Meryl gets to decide what that adds up to.”
The recording ended.
The projector returned to the menu.
For a long time, I stared at the blank list of files. My anger was still there. So was love. They no longer canceled each other. They had become two weather systems occupying the same sky.
I turned to Wade. “Was that his last recording?”
“No.”
“How many after it?”
“One.”
“Play it.”
Wade’s hand remained at his side.
“Play it.”
“Meryl, it isn’t about the plan.”
“I don’t care.”
His eyes searched mine.
Then he inserted the final card.
Randall lay almost flat in bed. The camera angle was crooked, as if Wade had placed it on a chair without much thought. The room was dim except for a lamp behind the bed.
