Liam clicked.
He smiled. It was a small, quiet smile. The kind that doesn't come with notifications.
And somewhere in a high school far away, Liam Vega closes his laptop and whispers to no one: "Don't ask where the iron comes from."
But when he looked at his phone contacts, Marco’s name was still there. His mom’s photos were still in his gallery. The girl from art class sent him a text: "Hey, did you delete TikTok? That's cool. Wanna grab coffee sometime?"
A new line appeared: A cambio de que?
His heart thumped. No pop-ups. No "verify you're human" CAPTCHAs. Just the void and the anvil.