“What if there is a part that makes me look bad?”
Ruth looked at me over the top of the page.
“Then it stays.”
That answer sat between us while she placed the photographs in a straight row.
She pointed to the picture of my bedroom door. “This is useful because it does not have an opinion.”
I almost smiled.
“You sound like you have spent your career arguing with photographs.”
“I have spent my career arguing with people who wish photographs would stop existing.”
She slid the evidence log toward me.
“Sign here to confirm you gave me the complete copy you have.”
