Under the photo, a line of text appeared, typed letter by letter in real time:
A third press. The screen went black, then displayed a grainy, low-light image. A hallway. His apartment’s hallway. And standing at the far end, barely visible in the shadows, a figure. Tall. Motionless. Facing the camera. Facing him . laptop screen shot button
He pressed PrtSc again.
He never pressed the screenshot button again. But sometimes, late at night, he swears he hears the faint click of a shutter from somewhere behind him. Under the photo, a line of text appeared,