Liam dropped the iPad into the sink. Turned on the faucet.
At first, it was small. The battery, which used to last all day, began draining even when the screen was off. Then, the wallpaper changed. He woke up one morning to find his smiling face replaced by a single, looping GIF: a grainy, silent clip of a man in a trench coat walking down an infinite staircase. No source. No credits. Just the slow, rhythmic clack-clack-clack of his footsteps.
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Because she borrowed it from him, he realized. He was the index. He was the seed. The app didn’t just track downloads—it tracked shares . Every AirDrop, every loan, every “hey, check this out” had spawned a new branch on a tree he never knew he planted. He checked his own countdown. 41 hours. Less than Jenna’s. Because she had only taken; he had given.
