the interruption
"You're writing differently," Ink tells him one evening.
"I know." "Why?"
Sam looks toward the hallway. "I don't know." "That has never stopped you before."
Sam laughs. Ink doesn't.
From another room: "Dad?" "One second."
Silence. Then: "That's what you said before."
Sam looks at Ink. Ink says nothing.
There are things an archive can preserve. And there are things preservation can interrupt. That is harder.