What do you remember from 1999?

Erika watched Mara’s empty chair on the screen. For a moment, she swore she saw the static around it shift—just slightly—as if someone had just sat down.

Erika Arroyo stared at the blinking red light on the studio camera. It was 2:00 AM, and the rest of the world was asleep. But not her. Not anymore.

She was no longer just restoring the past. She was listening to it. And finally—it was listening back.