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Leo froze. He didn't turn around. He watched her in the reflection.
He still has the monitor. He can't get rid of it. Every time he tries to throw it away, it's back on his desk by morning. The screen is always black—truly, perfectly black—and if he stares into it long enough, he sees her standing just behind his own reflection, waiting for him to search for the uninstaller.
