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“Hey, Frank,” Ruth said, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. She wasn't looking at the camera; she was looking past it, at her husband behind the lens. “Leo ate a whole apple today. Peel and all. Had to fish the stem out of his hair.” She laughed—a sound Leo hadn’t heard in twenty years. Cancer took her in 2004.

The tape ended. Static hissed like rain. Homefront Video

The tape cut. New scene: Christmas morning, 1992. A small boy—Leo—wrestled with wrapping paper. Then another cut: Frank’s mother, baking pies, her hands floured to the wrists. Every few minutes, Frank would ask a quiet question: “What was the happiest day of your life?” or “What do you see when you close your eyes at night?” “Hey, Frank,” Ruth said, tucking a strand of