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"The website?"

"It wouldn't load."

"So?"

"So I called."

I look up.

"The clerk insisted there had never been a house at that address before 2015."

I stare at her.

"The neighborhood was built in the nineties."

"I know."

"And the satellite images?"

She slowly turns her laptop toward me.

"I downloaded them before they disappeared."

The image shows a perfectly ordinary suburban street. Timothy and Rebecca's house sits exactly where it should. She clicks the next image. The house is gone. Just…

Gone. An empty lot surrounded by neighboring homes.

"What date is this?"

"Same day."

"That's impossible."

"I know."

She opens another file. The metadata has changed. The timestamp now claims the image was taken in 1986.

"It wasn't."

"No."

"I checked twice."

"You checked everything twice."

"I checked four times."

That sounds more like Carys. Sayer looks up from his notebook.

"I remembered something."

Both of us turn.

"What?"

"My mom."

He hesitates.