L New - Video Title Alex Elena Kieran Lee Keiran

Elena laughed. “Someone’s messy with their spelling.”

Kieran ran a thumb along the tape’s plastic edge like tracing a scar. “Maybe. We—my family—used to record everything. Parties, birthdays, arguments. My mom labeled things however she wanted. I haven’t seen this one in years.” video title alex elena kieran lee keiran l new

The warehouse smelled of varnish and wet glue when they climbed the stairs. A bell chimed. A woman looked up from her table, hair cropped and surprising, paint under her nails. She was older than the woman in the tape but the same smirk curled at one corner of her mouth. She regarded the three teenagers like she’d been waiting for them to catch up. Elena laughed

They carried the tape to Kieran’s—Kieran Lee’s—house two streets over. Kieran himself answered the door, hair still damp from showering, one sock half on. He blinked when Alex and Elena held up the tape. We—my family—used to record everything