The view beyond the kitchen window was beautiful enough to make Eli angry.
He could not verify its beauty from memory. He recognized the room, his mother’s position near the table, the sunlight along the wall. The offered image supplied the missing view with the ease of a hand fitting a piece into an empty space. His body wanted to recognize it before his mind had a basis to do so.
“That is what was preserved,” the caretaker said.
Eli leaned closer to the display and stopped when Tessa said his name.
She did not pull him away. She asked him to describe what he could independently confirm.
“The room. The table. Her laugh was still there before this.”
“The window view?”
“No.”
