My hand shook slightly as I hovered the cursor over the notification.

I clicked it open.

The comment loaded on the screen.

My eyes scanned the short block of text.

“Beautiful recipe, Clara,” it read. “But what is that in the third photo?”

My chest tightened.

“The copper pan on the wall,” the user wrote. “Zoom in on the reflection under the island.”

I moved the cursor to the top of the page and scrolled down to step three.

The step was titled: *Searing the duck breast in a hot dry skillet.*

The photograph was high-resolution, shot with my expensive DSLR camera.

I had taken it yesterday afternoon while Julian stood behind the lens, directing my posture.

In the background, hanging on the tiled backsplash, was my grandmother’s polished copper skillet.

Its surface was curved and mirrored, catching the bright LED strip lights beneath the cabinets.

I pinched my fingers on the trackpad to zoom in on the image.

The copper surface became a distorted bulb of light and shadow on my screen.

I zoomed in further, until the pixels began to soften.