The second result made Lena’s breath catch. A missing persons database. The same yellow raincoat. A name: . Last seen November 14, 1987. The pier’s railing had one loose bolt—her weight, if she’d leaned, would have given way. But the case was closed as “voluntary disappearance.”
Her camera viewfinder layered a ghost over the live feed—a translucent woman, younger, sadder, her lips moving. Lena turned up the volume on her phone. The wind was loud, but she heard it: “Tell my daughter I’m sorry. Tell her I just wanted to see the horizon once more.” visually searched image
She opened her visual search app, cropped the image to the woman’s silhouette, and waited. The second result made Lena’s breath catch