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I sat in the dark of my studio apartment. The only light was the screen. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator and the distant wail of a train.

I clicked. The site was stark white. Black text, Courier font. A single sentence centered on the page: Searching for- rebecca ferraz in-All Categories...

My stomach turned cold. The listing was on an estate liquidator’s site. Item: “Vintage writing desk, mahogany, minor water damage. Contains personal effects—buyer assumes all rights.” The photo showed her desk. The one she’d had since college. The one with the hidden compartment behind the middle drawer. The price: $40. The seller’s location: a storage unit auction. Her unit. The one I’d been paying for out of guilt for thirty-six months. They’d sold it without notifying me. I sat in the dark of my studio apartment

Below it, a text box. A cursor blinked inside it, waiting. And beneath that, in smaller type: I clicked

“Type your question. She will answer once. You will not get a second chance.”

The cursor spun. Then the page refreshed. New text appeared.