Lena never met them. But every night before bed, she visited the website, carried a few more burdens, and felt, impossibly, a little lighter.
The website didn’t buffer. It didn’t show a loading spinner. Instead, the screen dimmed, and a single line of text appeared:
Lena blinked. Her throat tightened. She refreshed the page—thinking it was a glitch—but the counter remained. And then, beneath it, a new prompt: “Would you like to see what others are carrying?”