The tablet unlocked a new folder that morning.
No notification.
No warning.
Just a blinking icon.
ARCHIVE – PERSONAL
My hands trembled as I opened it.
Videos.
Dozens.
Each labeled with dates.
I clicked the earliest.
The screen filled with me.
Sitting on this same bed.
Calmer.Softer.
Smiling.
"I consent," the girl on-screen said quietly."To being monitored.To being restricted.To being stopped if I change my mind."
I watched my own face hesitate.
Then nod.
The video ended.
I couldn't breathe.