Elias looked down at his desk. His phone, sitting face-up, began to tap against the wood. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap. The rhythm matched the video perfectly.
Elias froze the frame. He remembered that day. He remembered the heat and the run, but he didn’t remember the girl. VID_20200814_152347.MP4
He looked out his window at the same oak tree, now skeletal in the winter air. In the video, the timestamp flickered: . The girl vanished in a single frame, leaving only the grass swaying where she had been. Elias looked down at his desk