He didn’t look at the screen. He just whispered, "Hi, Nana."

He looked down at the phone.

"Some memories aren't stored on the device. They're stored somewhere else. This app just listens."

The app reinstalled. The phantom file was gone.

In those strips, Leo was always caught mid-laugh. Nana’s lipstick was always smeared. The third frame was always a blur because she’d start tickling him. Those four little rectangles were the only proof that Leo had once been a happy kid.