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Now the file was copying onto my desktop. 847 MB. Password protected, of course. -ALBUM- - BARRY WHITE - All Time Greatest Hits - Best Of.rar

A woman's voice, young, laughing. "Leo, if you're recording this, I swear to God—" A man's voice, my uncle's but younger, smoother, full of a swagger I'd never heard in him. "Just talk, baby. Say anything." A sigh. "Okay. It's our one-year anniversary. You said you wanted to remember everything. So here's everything: you burned the spaghetti, I pretended not to notice, we ate it on the floor of your apartment because you don't own a table, and then you played 'Can't Get Enough of Your Love' three times in a row and asked me to marry you." Silence. "I said yes, by the way. In case the recording didn't catch that part." The last file: 2024-02-03

We were cleaning out his basement when I found the external hard drive. Gray, scuffed, a faded sticker that read "BACKUP - DO NOT ERASE" in his blocky handwriting. I'd tossed it in a box of his things and forgotten about it until tonight, when I'd been rummaging for an old charging cable. A woman's voice, young, laughing

Him in his living room, the one I'd cleaned out. His voice was thin, frayed at the edges. "If you're listening to this, you're someone I loved. Or someone who loved me. Maybe both." A wet cough. "I wasn't good at saying things to faces. So I said them to this little recorder instead." The sound of a lighter, a long exhale. "Elena, if you're out there—I'm sorry I didn't fight harder. Tom, I miss you every day. Mom, I hope you're proud of me somewhere. And whoever found this hard drive... don't be sad. Put on some Barry White. Dance in your kitchen. That's how you remember me."

Leo had died six months ago. He was the kind of man who drove a 1978 Lincoln Continental with velvet seats, who wore gold chains under his flannel shirts, who believed a proper dinner required candlelight and a Marvin Gaye record spinning low. He was also the kind of man who, when he lost his job at the plant, didn't tell anyone for two years.

My first thought was a virus. My second thought was my uncle.