In the photo, he saw himself—hunched over his laptop, wearing his favorite frayed blue sweater. But there was one detail that made his breath hitch. In the reflection of the glass behind him, a figure was standing directly over his shoulder, holding a small, silver key.
The coffee shop was too loud, but the Wi-Fi was free. Elias sat in the corner, his thumb hovering over the "Download" button on a cryptic email from a sender he didn't recognize. The attachment was simply titled 1667490753020.jpg . Download 1667490753020 jpg
Elias spun around. The chair behind him was empty. The shop hummed on—the hiss of the espresso machine, the clinking of porcelain, the muffled chatter of strangers. He looked back at his screen. The timestamp in the filename——represented the exact millisecond the shutter had clicked. In the photo, he saw himself—hunched over his