The SAT Trap

y. Everyone believed he was gone, but our secret, two-p

nts" acted wrong, their reflections shifting. Even Mike's best friend, Ethan, seemed

ad PTSD, and my Mike-texts suddenly vanished. Ethan then appeared, playing th

unwavering promise, screamed no. Their "proof"-a shoddy deepfake by

le answer instantly came. Chilling clarity. I stepped off. I woke up, "recovered" from a coma, Mike and Ethan beside me. But the full promise, the one that prompted my leap, shattered