That was the exact fraction of a second his sister had vanished from a locked room.
Arthur stared at the digital timestamp blinking on his monitor: . 1676971801.002
At 1676971801.002, the universe didn't just take her; it traded her. Arthur felt a violent, invisible vacuum pull at his chest. He realized his mistake too late. The law of conservation applied to time just as it did to energy. To pull someone out of a moment, someone else had to take their place. That was the exact fraction of a second
Arthur watched in horror as the air around Elena began to fracture like broken glass. The timestamp was executing itself. Arthur felt a violent, invisible vacuum pull at his chest
Arthur stood alone in the dark apartment in 2023, watching the blue light of the laptop fade. He sat down in her empty chair, looked at the blinking cursor, and began to type a message he knew she would find three years later.