Elif didn’t panic. She held the phone close to her chest and played her mother’s voice again. Then she opened What You Said and scrolled through conversations with people she no longer spoke to—some she had lost, some she had left, some who had simply drifted away like ships in the Bosphorus.

A video played. Grainy, low light. Her old friends laughing around a plastic table somewhere in Beşiktaş. She saw herself in the corner of the frame—younger, carefree, still believing in forever. They were singing a silly song. The audio was messy, but the warmth was unmistakable.

“Why not?” she whispered.

The battery dropped from 42% to 12% in minutes. The screen dimmed again.