The file sat at the bottom of the external drive, buried under seven layers of folders named things like old_photos_2019 and scans_temp . It was the only file on the entire terabyte drive that wasn't dated. Its icon was a crisp white sheet, unzipped. No thumbnail. No preview.
It read: "Hello. I knew you'd come back. Now delete the rest. I'm already here." Marisol 7z
I looked up from the screen. The coffee cups in the sink were still dirty. The rain had started again. The file sat at the bottom of the