Memory unfurled in crisp, cinematic scenes—no longer the blunt, jagged flashes of trauma but a careful stitching. He learned that the night he had left his family had been witnessed by more than shadows. A small boy with paint on his fingers had watched him go and pressed a crumpled photograph into the gutter. That photograph, now revealed by the app, contained a face he had seen in passing a dozen times on trains and in markets and on flyers: someone with the same eyes as his mother.