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Your thumb slipped. One tap. That's all it took. The photo was meant for someone else entirely. Instead, the word "Delivered" sits under your mom's name like a small, glowing death sentence. Now the three dots are pulsing. She's typing. She's been typing for a while. Too long, actually. That means she has things to say. You could throw your phone into the sun. You could fake your own disappearance. You could — wait. She just sent something.