He clicked it. The screen stayed black for three seconds, filled only with the faint, rhythmic sound of wind rushing past a microphone. Then, the image resolved. It wasn't a family vacation or a birthday party. It was a shaky, low-angle shot of a rainy street corner he didn't recognize.
Unlike the others, it had no date. No thumbnail. Just a black box with a play button. VID--.mp4
"I left it where the shadows meet at noon," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. He clicked it