Ọnụọgụgụ ụda

My sister went missing three years ago. No clues. No body. Nothing. Last night, my phone buzzed with a notification from our old shared cloud album. “1 new photo added.” My stomach dropped. The photo was taken 10 minutes ago. It showed the inside of my house. My living room. The lights were off, but the moonlight from the window lit the room just enough. At first, I thought it was a glitch. Then I noticed something. In the corner of the photo, sitting on the couch… was me. Sleeping.