The Photo
Maya had a habit of scrolling through her camera roll before bed. Old photos, mostly. Birthdays, sunsets, stupid memes she'd screenshotted.
That's when she saw it.
A photo she didn't take.
It was a picture of her. Sleeping. In her bed. From last night — she could tell by the outfit she'd fallen asleep in, the half-empty water glass on her nightstand, the exact way her blanket had bunched up near her feet.
Her hands were shaking as she checked the timestamp.
3:04 AM.
She lived alone. Ev