“97%...” Leo whispered, rubbing his tired eyes. The screen flickered.
The image was grainy, stuttering, but there he was: Dad, in his favorite flannel shirt, sitting by the fireplace that was still standing in their living room. He looked directly into the lens.
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The video ended. The file name at the bottom read: DEAR_SANTA_2024_FINAL.mp4 . Not from some pirate site, Leo realized. But from a folder on his own repaired drive. The download had been a ghost – a search for something he already had.
Dear Santa, Please Resend
Leo’s throat tightened.
Dad laughed. “If you’re watching this, it’s Christmas. And I’m probably... on a long shoot. But I wanted you to know something. Every year you wrote to Santa asking for ‘more time.’ Santa can’t deliver that. But I can give you this: a promise.” “97%
He closed the laptop, walked to the living room, and found Mia hanging a new ornament on the tree. It was a little camera made of clay.
The video glitched. Blocks of pixelated snow filled the screen. Leo’s heart sank. Then the image returned. He looked directly into the lens