The screen split. On the left, a new image loaded: a living room, circa 2009. A woman in her forties, hair in a messy ponytail, stood on a real Balance Board. The TV reflected her face: tired, hopeful. A sticky note on the wall read: “Wedding – 6 months.”
Leo found the hard drive at a church rummage sale, buried under a stack of stained doilies. It was a chunky, silver Western Digital, the kind people used to back up their family photos before the cloud ate the world. On a faded sticker, someone had written in Sharpie: WII STUFF – WBFS. wii fit wbfs
Leo tried to pull the USB. The drive was hot. Too hot. The plastic was softening. The screen split