Chapter 2: What Dana Knew
I didn't yell.
I didn't cry.
I just said, "Okay, Priya.
I believe you."
She relaxed.
I could hear it in her voice.
That was her first mistake.
I went back inside and I wrote down everything.
The dates.
The texts.
The repair shop visit.
What the technician said, word for word.
I even asked him to put it in writing, and he did — a signed note on shop letterhead saying the camera had been fully submerged and left to dry sealed.
Then I called our mutual friend Dana.
"Did Priya mention anything about my camera while she was in Portugal?"
Dana went quiet for just a moment too long.
"She…
mentioned she dropped it.
At the beach.
She said it went into a tide pool."
A tide pool.
Not a splash.
Not a little water.
A tide pool — and she'd watched it happen, picked it up, and said nothing to me for a week.
"Dana.
Did she say anything about the film?"
Another pause.
"She said she pulled the roll out because she didn't want it to get ruined."
I sat with that for a long time.
She knew exactly what she'd done.
She'd made a choice — her comfort over my last photographs of my father — and then she'd stood on my porch and laughed.
I wasn't going to let that go quietly.
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