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He clicked a file at random. An image bloomed onto the screen: a grainy, overexposed photo of a group of teenagers sitting on the hood of a car that didn't exist anymore, laughing in front of a diner that had been torn down a decade ago. They looked exactly like Leo and Sam—messy hair, thrift-store flannels, and eyes full of a specific kind of restless energy. "They look… happy," Sam said, his voice dropping. "They look like they weren't being watched," Leo added.
He clicked a file at random. An image bloomed onto the screen: a grainy, overexposed photo of a group of teenagers sitting on the hood of a car that didn't exist anymore, laughing in front of a diner that had been torn down a decade ago. They looked exactly like Leo and Sam—messy hair, thrift-store flannels, and eyes full of a specific kind of restless energy. "They look… happy," Sam said, his voice dropping. "They look like they weren't being watched," Leo added.
