No number. No callback ID. Just those words.
She stared at the machine. The cursor blinked. Then a new line typed itself out, character by character, as if someone—or something—was waiting for her to claim a name she never knew she had. -HcLs- Your Name
It hovered at the top of her screen, replacing the usual carrier signal. She swiped it away. But it came back the next morning. And the next. No number