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there and not with Beau. He knows this is going to be bad, and he knows I will want
     someone to lean on.  
    I sit next to Beau, pick up the Xbox remote and scroll through the options. I find
     June 1987 and open it. Inside, there are a couple of random documents, then “Cameron
     - Birth.” I click it.

THREE

    The birth video is uneventful, except for the way my mother acts. I know immediately
     by her reaction and lack of caring what led to my being sent to boarding school. We
     watch the next few videos, and it becomes clearer and clearer to me that Evelyn was
     nothing more than a gold digger, tagging along for whatever Bobby wanted just so she
     could get hers in the end.  
    After watching those videos, if she’d been alive when Bobby died, I would’ve begun
     to question whether or not she killed him.  
    We jump to 1993 and the year I was sent to boarding school. The video comes on and
     Bobby is in his office in the old house; I can tell by the decor in the room. Though
     I never spent much time in that room, the browns, tans and blacks give it away.  
    Walking around the desk is Bobby, and it takes a minute before I see me walking over
     to his desk. It’s disturbing because I don’t remember any of this. You would think
     that at five or six I would have.  
    “Daddy.”  
    “Hi, Cameron.” His voice is warm as I climb onto his lap; a warm, glowing smile spreads
     across his lips. “What can I do for you?”  
    “I want to go—” My voice is cut off by the sound of a slamming door, and Bobby and
     I both look toward the source of the noise.  
    “What is it, Evelyn?”  
    “Cameron, get out of here,” she says very rudely toward me. I watch as the younger
     me looks to Bobby with a terrified look on her face, but Bobby nods reassuringly and
     I climb down. I watch as I retreat toward the camera and give my mother a wide berth
     before I hear the door click closed on the video.  
    “You fucking whore,” Evelyn spats and throws something. It flies with such speed that
     I can’t make it out before it shatters against the wall just over Bobby’s head. “All
     you had to do was fucking keep your dick in your pants, and you couldn’t even do that,
     could you, you...you bastard.”  
    “What the fuck are you talking about, Evelyn?”  
    “Who gives a flying fuck. I want a divorce, I’m taking the kids and leaving.”  
    “Like fucking hell you are.” Bobby is raging pissed; I can see it in his face. He
     stands and comes around his desk. “If you think for one damn minute I will let any
     judge award you custody of those kids, you have another thing coming.” Bobby stalks
     toward my mother as he says this. She meets him and slaps him across the face.  
    I commend him for not striking her back, but suddenly the video is cut off.  
    The next video is of Bobby, back in his office, this time sitting on a chair or stool
     directly in front of the camera. I can tell he’s been crying. His eyes are all red
     and puffy. My heart clamps tight at the sight in front of me.  
    “Cameron, I’m sorry. I am so very sorry. I did what I had to do to keep you safe and
     out of her hands. It is my hope and my wish that you will one day understand, but
     it was all I could do to keep her away from you. You deserve so much better.” By the
     end of his speech the tears are visibly streaking down his cheeks and mine.  

    Beau and Mick leave a little while after that. I can’t quite bring myself to watch
     many of the other videos, but something about the one dated 2000-2006 is nagging at
     me. When I put the disc in and the folders pop up, there are two that capture my attention.
     One titled “Coming Home” and the other is called “Amazing Discovery 2004.”  
    I go to the one titled “Coming Home,” and inside the folder is only one video. I select
     it.  
    Back in Bobby’s office, he’s sitting on his stool, looking a little older and more
     like I remember him when I came back