The woman—young Ulyana—didn’t turn. She smiled, though. A slow, wrong smile that stretched too wide, like her face was a mask someone else was wearing.

The video ended.

He never remembered turning it on.

The video opened on a static shot. A winter-gray apartment in what looked like 1990s Eastern Europe. The camera wobbled on a stack of books. In the frame: a young woman, pale, with dark braids, sitting at a sewing machine. She hummed a lullaby Leo half-remembered.