My Husband Took Our Three Sons on a Fishing Trip—None of Them Ever Came Home

I froze for a second.

“Probably old ones.”

“What if there are videos? Voice notes..?”

I didn’t answer.

The phone finally powered on.

It automatically connected to our home Wi-Fi. A few minutes later, old photos began filling the gallery.

Then Sophie opened the gallery.

I couldn’t watch.

Not yet.

So I left her at the table and went upstairs.

A few minutes later, I heard her running back.

“Mom…”

Something in her voice made me turn.

Sophie stood in my bedroom doorway holding the phone with both hands.

Her face had gone pale.

“What happened?”

She swallowed.

“There’s a video that synced from Dad’s account.”

My heart started racing.

“What kind of video?”

“It’s from the day before the fishing trip.”

I stepped toward her.

Sophie looked down at the screen.

Then back at me.

“Mom, I know what really happened back then.”