"You asked for the gift. Now carry it."

Track two started before he could stop it. A slow, aching thing about a girl he'd loved in 2012. He'd never told anyone about her. The lyrics described the mole above her left eyebrow. The way she laughed while brushing her teeth. The exact date she'd left—February 17, 2014.

Leo reached for his phone to record what he was hearing, but the screen flickered. The file was playing from somewhere else now. Not his hard drive. Not a stream. Somewhere behind the screen, behind the wall, behind the years.