Three months after the funeral, the insurance company notified Matthew that he needed to process the accident-damaged car.
The vehicle had been severely mangled in the crash, with shattered glass and muddy water caked on the doors, and the rear seats completely cut open by firefighters.
The staff member asked him to log into the owner's account to confirm whether to keep the cloud data.
Matthew opened the family member list.
Ella was at the top, with driving, location, and medical permissions.
Chloe's name was at the very bottom.
Her status was temporary shared access, and the permissions had already expired.
He remembered what he had said on the day they picked up the car—that the car was hers, and so was he.
Yet in the system he had set up with his own hands, she didn't even coun
