He closed the laptop. He picked up his phone. He dialed a number he’d memorized but never called.
Time remaining: 7 hours, 13 minutes, 42 seconds.
He should have closed the tab. Called it a glitch. Gone back to refreshing his ex-wife’s Instagram or watching another video of a dog riding a skateboard. But grief makes a fool of caution, and Leo had been grieving for so long he’d forgotten what caution felt like.