My best friend died in a car crash 7 years ago. Her phone was never found. Last night, I got a text—from her number. It was a photo of us laughing at her 16th birthday. I typed, “Who is this?” 3 dots appeared. The reply came: “Check your inbox.”
I froze when I saw dozens of old emails we had sent each other when we were teenagers—forwarded to me just now, from her email. I checked the timestamps. They had all been sent today.
Panicked, I called the number. It didn’t even ring. I tried again and again, but the line was dead.
No more emails came after that. The only logical explanation is that her email was hacked—but I still get chills thinking about it. For a moment, I had hope she was still with me.
