“I see his watch!” I yell to no one in particular.
“Whose watch?” my husband asks. “Who left their watch here?”
“No, not here! In the picture!”
“I see his watch! I know it’s his watch, I can tell! I can’t see his arm or any other part of him. I can make out his forehead , just where his hairline ends. Yup, it’s him.”
Finally a picture of my son at camp. I can relax now. I mean, I knew he had to have gotten there because he got on the bus. But it was a relief to see he was actually there.
My husband leans in closer, trying to get a view of the picture on my phone.
“Tell me again how you know it’s him? I don’t see him in the picture.”