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Dad’s pulse stuttered. The timestamp in the metadata was from eight years ago—two years before Milo had been born. The video showed a small boy playing with a tin car on that very porch swing, a boy who wore the same crooked grin Milo had when concentrating. Milo leaned in, captivated.

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Milo watched the clip again, oblivious to the storm of recognition building in Dad. “Dad. Is that Mom?” Dad’s pulse stuttered