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.
The file sat at the bottom of a forgotten "Summer 2020" folder, a string of numbers that meant nothing until Elias clicked play. VID_20200814_152347.MP4
Elias froze the frame. He remembered that day. He remembered the heat and the run, but he didn’t remember the girl. Elias looked down at his desk