The photo I had taken in the kitchen.
The one in front of the mirror.
The one in the red outfit.
Everything was there.
My phone almost slipped from my hands.
I immediately wrote to him.
“What have you done?”
He answered with only one sentence.
“Calm down.”
“DELETE THEM.”
For several minutes, he didn’t reply.
Then a sentence appeared on my screen that made me feel as if all the air had disappeared from the room.
“Margaret, they’re not only on that page.”
A few seconds later, he sent me three more links.
And the moment I opened the first one, I saw something I never expected to see.
The name of my own city.
And underneath it…
my real name.
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