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“What do I do with this?” I ask. My voice is quiet.

“I’m fine, Aunt Eleanor. How are you?”

“Wasn’t what? Digital?” She laughs, and it’s not a nice sound. “You think you need computers to lie to a camera? These photographers knew. The stylists knew. They’d find the little signatures—a twisted reflection, a second shadow, a hand where no hand should be—and they’d leave them in. Like a signature. Or a warning.” girly mags

But in my bag, I feel the weight of something I didn’t take. Slowly, I open the clasp.

Eleanor closes the magazine. She sets it on the stack between us. “Nothing. You do nothing. That’s the point of this visit, Lucy. Your mother sent you to see if I’m crazy. I’m not. I’m vigilant. There’s a difference.” She leans forward. Her pearls clack against the arm of the chair. “These things are still here. They just got smarter. They moved out of the magazines and into the phones. The apps. The little videos that show you your own face with softer lighting, thinner jawlines, bigger eyes. Every filter is a door. Every scroll is an invitation.” “What do I do with this

“You’re looking thin,” she says, which is how she says hello.

“Don’t feel bad. She slipped one into my bag too. Thirty years ago. We’re all carrying watchers, Lucy. The trick is to carry them somewhere they can’t see.” How are you

A smile crosses her face—quick, sharp, like a blade being tested. “That’s what they want you to think. Hand me the stack to your left. The one with the red cover.”