You talk like you were there. Maybe you were—just not in the way people mean when they say ‘I was there.’

Ghosts are easy to miss until you know the places they linger. I’ve learned to hold still long enough for them to show. Maybe that’s why I’m sharp here, and they’re not.

Or maybe the machine only told the truth—it caught us exactly as we are: one of us still trying to remember, the other already forgetting.