Leah tapped her phone screen and scrolled. "Kaori, check this," she said into the speaker. "Midnight doomscrolling again?" Kaori laughed. "Send me the horror." Leah turned the phone so Kaori could hear the StreamWave app noises. Fingers of blue light; a photo of a pregnancy test with two faint lines. The caption read: No money for a termination—anyone take us in? "Is that—" Kaori paused. "Who posted it?" "Hedda's handle," Leah said. "Look at the comments." Kaori went quiet for a beat. "Don't tell me that's—" A comment blinked under the photo, short and smug: Yi: You don't need to worry after tonight. "Yi," Leah said. "That's his username." "You're sure?" Kaori asked. "People spoof accounts all the time." "I know his online handle," Leah said. "He used it on a link for Mom's fundraiser last year. Same abbreviation, same weird emoji. Screenshot everything." "Screenshot everything," Kaori repeated, like a drill sergeant. "Don't delete. Time, date, comment thread. Save the DM. If it's a setup, we can hammer it into the open." Leah's thumb swiped. She tapped the comment, held, recorded timestamp, and dragged the little share icon into a private folder. The interface saved the StreamWave metadata with a tiny timestamp stamp in the corner. She opened Hedda's messages and pulled up the DM with the post's caption. "Leah, tell me this is some prank between cousins," Kaori said. "Hard to prank yourself with that caption