They never met. They never spoke. But every time the cursor blinked, it asked the same question: Are you listening?

Heval sighed, turning up the volume as if volume could translate longing. “They don’t care,” he muttered. “To them, we are just noise.”

She downloaded the file. She opened the documentary her father was watching. With shaky fingers, she imported the subtitle track.

“A ghost,” Zara whispered. “Ask 101.”