The long afternoon and my shift finally end; I hurry through my shower and quickly dress. I don’t want to waste any more time before I call Sylvie. Sitting in my recliner, I select her name then press call.

“Hey,” Sylvie’s disembodied voice greets.

“Am I looking at the ceiling or carpet?” I ask, turning my head in an effort to make out the video screen.

“It’s a towel,” she chuckles. “Give me a minute.”

That sparks my attention; there are many ...